It took some time for the Orc to finally look away from Ahnasha. He had leaned in briefly into another one of the tents to grab a piece of fruit for himself before returning to the campfire. He had burned through some of Ahnasha's time, but at the very least, he had perhaps eliminated one of the tents that Ahnasha would need to check. It was unlikely that he would have ducked into Yerig's tent for a late-night snack. 

When the Orc was finally facing away, Ahnasha slowly started to move forward once more. Her toes barely even contacted the ground on each step and her breaths were light. Again, she knelt down in front of the tent to peer inside. It was not easy to make out the details, but much to her own relief, she was confident that she saw the Nord laying in a bedroll, fast asleep. It seemed that their scouts' guesses had been accurate on the location of Yerig's tent. Now, there was just one last hurdle to overcome. She had to get the book into the tent without breaking her own invisibility. 

Underneath Sabine's tree, Arinette's anger appeared to match Do'rhajul's. "Power does not care how much you 'deserve' it. Something you should keep in mind. Your usefulness is not limitless, Khajiit, nor is your authority. You are no longer my General; this is [i]my[/i] mission now. I have allowed you your command because I have always respected your capabilities, but this man, he is a liability. I'll not have our mission undone by him, and if he interferes with our purpose, I will put him down myself."

Do'rhajul gave no hesitation in his reaction. With as close as they were, it was trivial for him to grab Arinette by the throat and slam her into the trunk of the very tree Sabine was hiding in. Baring his teeth, he spoke loudly enough that Sabine would hear him plainly. "Touch a hair on his head and I will rip out your throat myself. That stick does not make you a god; you had [i]best[/i] keep that in mind."