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Don grunted heavily as he slammed his shield into the lunging creature; the abomination's nose breaking as the large man shoved it back. Not a moment later than the creature stumbling-- did the man that Don blocked for immediately descend with a swing of his blade, striking a killing blow. As the man pulled his his blade from the corpse of whatever that thing was, Don looked down at the ravaged bodies of the slain.  Though he nodded in acknowledgement of what this 'Isidore' was saying, he did not respond, as his mind was focused on what had just occurred. There was no feeling of satisfaction, no accomplishment, no begrudging relief that these horrific things had been put down.... Just pity. Whatever these things were, they seemed to have been people once; grotesquely twisted into deformed reflections of what they once were. Those poor souls were probably just in pain, lashing out at anything their ruined minds felt might be responsible. At least now they'd be free of their suffering.

[Color=lightgreen]"Poor bastards..."[/color] Don muttered, [Color=lightgreen]"Can't even give em a proper burial."[/color]

Thankfully, Nick's jovial greeting helped Donovan to shake the thought from his head. [Color=lightgreen]"Well if this ere's a prison, aye'd hope ah don't come ere often!"[/color] the man responded with a boisterous laugh as his hand clapped Nick's shoulder, [Color=lightgreen]"Tha name's-"[/color] Before Don could continue, the pointy-eared girl wearing a large dress cut him off.

Don paused, eyebrows raised in slight confusion. [i]How did she know his name? How did she know his gift? Did it have something to do with her own gift?[/i] Before he could open his mouth to ask such questions, 'Augusta' admitted as much; revealing her gift to be related to that briefly glowing eye of hers. 

Since it seemed like introductions had already been more or less handled, Don now had a decision on his hands-- was he to to join this little group in their exploration? Or should he instead try to help the others escape the guardian? For a brief moment, Donovan rubbed his chin in focused contemplation. As much as he [b]wanted[/b] to help the others, the guardian outside seemed much more focused on simply blocking the exit rather than chasing down the first target it saw. Trying to get back in that debacle would more then likely just put all of them at risk, if not outright make the situation worse. [Color=lightgreen]"Well,"[/color] Don spoke, nodding to himself with conclusion as he drew the warhammer from his belt, [Color=lightgreen]"Might as well join ya. Could be somethin' down ere that could elp' everyone get outta ere' safeleh. Plus you lot seem like ya might appreciate a wee bit o' extra manpower... Plus a shield ain't somethin that oughta be passed up in a place like this."[/color]  

Shield at the ready and warhammer in hand, Donovan jogged to the front of the group, intending to help take point with Isidore.