So he was indeed at the right house. That brought relief to Donovan. When asked to leave Torch outside, he looked down at the Magma Dog and gave him a half-smirk. Torch whined, understanding that he could not go inside with him, and laid down reluctantly to relax. Once that matter was settled he'd enter the house to discuss the necessary business. [color=orangered]"Thank you."[/color] Donovan accepted the tea with pleasure. It had been quite some time since he had a drink and he was feeling quite parched. 

[color=orangered]"If you want me to find him then I will,"[/color] Donovan promised her. [color=orangered]"Whether or not he wants to come back is another problem."[/color] He didn't know how he'd convince her grandson to go against his heart and return home, but he had to figure out a comprise of some sort. First, he needed to find the boy before he could even get to that point. [color=orangered]"My pal out has an unbelievable sense of smell. If you have anything with his scent on it, it'll help us help you tremendously."[/color]

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