Arinette's gaze jerked back to Sabine as she spoke. "Just give up with your lies, dog. You aren't convincing anyone." She said, further intensifying the pain she was sending into Sabine's body. 

"I don't know about that. I think it sounds more credible than you think." Yerig remarked. Stepping up alongside Do'rhajul, he handed the book to him. 

"What is that?" Arinette demanded, quickly bringing her attention back to Yerig. Though, her question went entirely ignored. 

Yerig opened up the book to one of the early pages as Do'rhajul took it in his hands. "Do you recognize this, Rhajul?"

Do'rhajul took the book, curiously reading through the words in front of him. Curiosity that quite quickly developed into concern. "I...yes, I believe I do. I recognize the handwriting. My head researcher, back in Elsweyr. I must have read thousands of reports from him; it looks like he penned this, but...what am I reading here? This doesn't seem right." 

Yerig shook his head lightly. "It doesn't. I read it. [i]All[/i] of it. I marked some of the more interesting pages for you. I don't even want to describe the horrible experiments that book contains. But it also sounds like whoever wrote that book was kidnapping people, infecting them with lycanthropy, then just let them loose."

Do'rhajul looked to be at a loss. "What...is this, Arinette? Do you know about this? I don't want to believe this could be...possibly true."

"I don't know where in Oblivion he got that book, but it has to be a forgery. There is no other possibility. What sense would it make for your own researcher to be spreading lycanthropy behind your back?" Arinette asserted. 

Do'rhajul continued to stare down at the book. "This would have to be an [i]exceptional[/i] forgery, Arinette." 

As the argument grew more intense, it also presented an opportunity for Sabine. Arinette was quite thoroughly distracted by Do'rhajul and Yerig, but she still had her staff resting against Sabine's chest. It was resting so close, right within Sabine's reach, and unknown to Arinette, Sabine was perfectly capable of freeing herself. The stake through her palms was not too much wider at its base than at its tip, so though it would be painful, she could pull her hands from the tree. Beyond that, Sabine had also built up enough magicka at this point for a fairly significant spell. If she chose to take it, there was a real opportunity to grab the staff right from Arinette's clutches.