The trio plus the fox jogged at a steady pace through the streets. Donovan took them down alleys and side-streets wherever possible in order to avoid being seen as much as possible. Zoza would have many eyes and ears in the city, but the docks were the farthest place from her tower, and the sailors there did not care for the inner-politics of the great Warlock, or even the authorities of this place. They cared about their pay, their women, their grog, and their freedom.<br/><br/>Donovan and Dean had a few different 'refuges' they could use at any given time, and Donovan had figured the one on those docks would be the safest. It would give them at least some respite before deciding their next move - or maybe it would just be Dean and himself. He wasn't sure what the drow would do, now that she had the 'pet' she had come for. Likely she would catch her breath and then leave without a word - or perhaps she might turn them in for some kind of reward, or maybe do something to use the two men as a distraction while she made good her escape. Donovan wasn't for certain what she would do, but he knew whatever it was likely wouldn't be in favor of the two men.<br/><br/>Pausing a moment to get his bearings, Donovan nodded towards the drow. "Yes, indeed, to -repay- you for saving our asses, we can offer you safety and refreshment. We can't -force- you to accept, though," he said, turning his eyes to Dean... his shadow was already shrinking, growing smaller, the surge of strange energy seemed to be dissipating. But a second later, Dean conjured figures that somewhat resembled the three of them (plus the dog), and sent them running off. Donovan smiled.<br/><br/>"Good show, Dean," he said with a genuine nod of appreciation. "The house is just up the walk a bit. We're almost there."<br/><br/>Donovan led them down the wood-plank street, where the only attention they really garnered was from a few vendors hawking their wares of 'rat on a stick', or berths on various ships leaving town that very day.<br/><br/>Perhaps that would be worth considering. Donovan decided he'd bring it up once they were safe.<br/><br/>Reaching one of the ramshackle buildings much farther down the row, Donovan stopped, stepped up to a wooden door and placed his hand flat upon its surface. A faint glow emanated from the worn wood for only a moment - and then the door creaked open. Donovan pushed it open with one arm, stepping to the side and motioning for the others to enter. Meanwhile, his sharp eyes glanced down the road in either direction, looking for signs of anyone interested in them. Seeing no one, he simply waited for the three to enter, then came in last, himself, shut the door - and leaned back against it with a deep sigh.<br/><br/>"Safe at last."