Sabine was expecting the ambush to come out of nowhere, with a smell warning her, if anything. Seeing the large group ahead of them made her second-guess herself. She hesitated until Kaleeth neared her.

"Kaleeth," Sabine murmured as quietly as she could. "There is a chill on the wind."

The phrase was a signal for Kaleeth to drink from her waterskin.

As they approached, Sabine held her hands behind her back in a clawed splay, trying to gather as much magical energy as she could without getting caught. "Why are there so many people?" Sabine asked. "Are we expecting trouble?"

Out of any of their sight, a bow drew taut, ready to hit the arm of the first to pose a threat. Bigger eyes shone out from behind, ready to pounce.