"Hmph, your 'mother.' That, uh...lizard is your 'mother.'" Arinette scoffed, her eyes briefly glancing around the camp. She had her own Argonian team member, so she most likely had intended to be even more insulting than she was. "Well, regardless, I suppose I have my answer. It would be easy enough to kill you now, but I think I can make you come around to my line of thinking. The Champion's death really is the best outcome of all this. Remove the chains, then stand her up." She ordered to one of the Orcs. 

As instructed, the Orc removed the chains keeping her bound to the tree, though the enchanted manacles were still locked firmly around her wrists. He then grabbed a hold of her and forced her to stand to her feet, all while Arinette was rifling through her large leather bag. The Orc lifted both of her arms up above her head and held her hands together so that one was on top of the other. Arinette almost seemed to be taking her time in order to build up the dread that Sabine was no doubt feeling about what was to come. Dread that she, unfortunately, intended to deliver upon. 

The objects that Arinette retrieved from the bag were a simple wooden stake and a hammer, and she allowed Sabine plenty of time to consider her intentions as she raised the end of the stake up and pressed it against Sabine's palm. Around her, the Orcs appeared apathetic, and Do'rhajul even looked to be uncomfortable about it, but the look in Arinette's eyes revealed the true kind of person she was. She was beyond just being heartless, since she actually [i]smiled[/i] as she started to hammer the stake through Sabine's palms in order to pin her to the tree.