Donovan was both alarmed and amused by Dean's seemingly sudden 'lack of stature'. He could have cracked jokes, if they were traveling in better times. Apparently the fox-woman had 'drained' Dean fairly thoroughly, for his -physical- stature to have diminished so. Donovan had no clue if Aza was simply that -good-, or if Dean had simply gone too long without. In either case, Donovan silently hoped Dean would eventually return to 'normal', whatever 'normal' was for a shadow.<br/><br/>Donovan nodded in agreement with Dean's suggestion that the four of them stay together. Strength and safety in numbers, and all that, he imagined. But it would also allow the knight to keep an eye on the two women, knowing that either of them might try something... questionable. In a strange way, but Aza and Methuseld had been -prisoners- of the Vizier. The general apparently held in his sway by arcane means, and Aza apparently held in a gilded cage lined with lace, but surrounded by bars nonetheless.<br/><br/>Dean seemed taken by them both, which didn't surprise the knight much. Two beautiful women, both with vastly different - but still enticing - personalities? Yeah, big surprise there. But either of them could bring ruin on the pair, if they got it in their heads to do so. Donovan himself had felt the allure from each of them, but he knew it hadn't been intentional. It had merely be the effect of the Chaos... 'entity'?... that had stowed away on their ship as they made their escape.<br/><br/>Donovan listened to Methuseld's take on her 'appearance'. It made sense, to move under the pretext that she was a 'prisoner', just for 'show', of course. He had no objection to the idea.<br/><br/>Dean mentioned a few 'options', that could be discussed once the girl was on deck. As if summoned by name, the fox emerged from the captain's quarters and made its way towards Methuseld - leaping up into the general's arms. But then a moment later, -the girl-, Aza, came strolling out of the same doorway, looking confused and asking why they were still where they were. Donovan's eyes glanced back and forth between fox and girl, utterly surprised and more than a bit confused. Person-Aza spoke, her words hinting that they were, indeed, a group, and Donovan couldn't help but wonder if they had truly grown in size, but then couldn't believe what had actually happened... Aza had fucked Dean into something resembling something closer to a midget rather than the ominous, terrifying shadow that he always had been, and in turn, Dean had fucked Aza... in two?<br/><br/>Donovan shook his head... they needed to get off this ship -soon-. To that end, he moved over to where the preparations were being made, all too happy to help make that prospect come to pass MUCH quicker before something else truly mystifying took place.<br/><br/>"There are many destinations... some very far away," Donovan said as he helped with preparations however he could. "To the south lies Danara, many days travel by horseback - so we would need horses, of course. That would be my recommendation - head there, the city is large enough that we can blend in with all the other visitors to that place. It is known for its wine markets, and slave markets, so we would fit right in, even if we don't all have dark skin like the locals," he commented. "Once there we can reassess where to go. There are many further destinations from there, but one thing is for sure - the farther we get away from the vizier's seat of power, the less likely we are to run afoul of it," he said. "I recommend moving now, putting as much distance between us and them as we can... and deciding our true fates later."<br/><br/><br/>