Sagax shrunk a tad with embarrassment when Orakh yelled at him to focus after loudly cheering for Sevine. "R-right, sorry sir!" He called out sheepishly. The orc was right, Sagax had to keep an eye on the horizon. On top of the wall, he had the best chance of seeing an incoming group of flanking Forsworn. The Reachmen had a reputation for retreating only to show up behind their attackers and stab them in the back. He was going to make sure that they wouldn't get such a jump on his comrades, and so Sagax, hand resting on the hilt of his sword, peered over the top of the palisade. He scanned every inch of land visible to him, looking for any shuffling shadows or even the slightest hint of torchlight, though he knew the chance of the Forsworn using torches this far into the early dawn was fairly slim. Still, he wasn't about to let anything slip past him or go unnoticed. Except, you know, that still-unconscious Forsworn mage below. Baby steps, though, baby steps.

Sagax took a liking to his watch duty. He got to sit up on a vantage point and enjoy the the beauty of Skyrim. The wind hit him gently, and the early morning sun illuminated the far horizon. It was moments like those that made Sagax wish he knew how to paint. Though a mere painting could not do such scenes justice, one had to see it for themselves to really be able to appreciate Skyrim's geographical charms. 

The Imperial jumped, startled by a sudden explosion coming from behind him. He swung around, expecting to see his allies burnt to a crisp by some Forsworn spell, but it was just Orakh setting off some sort of charge, blowing open the door of a small building, to Sagax's great relief. He also turned around in time to see Jorwen and Sevine enter an ever-so-slightly on fire building in the center of the redoubt. He knew they could handle themselves, so Sagax stayed at his post on the wall. 

At the back of his mind, Sagax felt as though he was forget something. Something fairly important and pertinent. [i]The Forsworn mage.[/i] He forgot about the damn mage he knocked out! He wouldn't be waking up for a little bit, but Sagax felt that it would be better to deal with him now. Jumping down, Sagax looked to Orakh, but he and his men seemed to be occupied with something. He glanced over the Altmer, not giving her any thought, and set his eyes on Dumhuvud. He was a brute, but was Sagax's superior by most definitions. Cupping his hands, the man shouted over to Cat-Kicker. "Dumhuvud, sir! I have a neutralized Forsworn here! Do you perhaps want to question him?"