From her vantage point in the sky, Sabine was able to lead the pack far more reliably than they could have from the ground. The birds flying through the sky certainly drew eyes from the ground since they were not a common sight in this part of Hammerfell, but it was unlikely that many, if any at all, of the city's citizens recognized what was truly taking place. 

The chase eventually led the pack towards the market, which Sabine would have saw the raven fly into from above before going out of sight. The rest of the pack as quickly as they could get through the crowds, which, while they were not at their thickest at this time of day, were still something of a hindrance. All the while, the Nord from the inn was still following behind them, and still making seemingly no effort to hide that fact. 

Regardless, the pack was not in the market long before they spotted something that caused them to halt in their tracks. Among all of the early-risers, shopkeepers, and stall owners starting out their day, there was a rather conspicuous individual sitting on a bench around the market's center fountain. He was dressed in local garb, but there was no hiding the fact that he towered over everyone else around him. He was a Cathay-raht: Do'rhajul. He had the appearance of not being armed or armored, but there was no way to know for certain if that was true. And he noticed the pack just as quickly. He stood up, stared at them from only a short distance away, but did not move himself. Around him, there were several individuals, but it was hard to tell which ones were actually associated with him, and which were just citizens who happened to be sitting at the fountain. The only ones who were distinctive were the twin Orcs at a nearby bench.