Do'rhajul and Arinette took step after step closer to Sabine, but just as it seemed they were going to come right up to her, they stopped short of her tree. Arinette leaned in close, scowling at the towering Cathay-raht. Even while being physically eclipsed by the Khajiit, she still seemed to carry an air of authority. However, she spoke to him in hushed tones so that her words were not completely distinct to Sabine. It was obvious that she was upset about something, but Sabine would have to move ever so slightly closer to make out the words.

Ahnasha was crouched down low, standing rather uncomfortably on her toes to keep as little of herself in contact with the ground as possible. She moved around the first tent as close as she could without touching it. Anything she made contact with had a chance of giving her away, or even breaking her invisibility. When she finally came around the front of the tent, she found that the front flap was closed. It was not tied together or otherwise secured to anything, but even simply pulling it aside was out of the question. To figure out who the tent belonged to, she had to get down on her hands and knees and peer in through the smallest of gaps. In the process, she was unaware of her surroundings, and so did not notice that the Orc was starting to look at the west side of the camp.