Sabine retrieved the sack that Do'Rhajul pointed out. She could smell her reagents and potions within, even if her own scent was not strong on the item. She stepped out of the tent to speak to Do'Rhajul and Yerig both, holding no reservations about dropping her cloak and dressing herself. Modesty was nothing -- the pair had seen Sabine tortured without so much as a sock on. The oddness was dressing over the top of the streaks of dried brown blood that still clung to her skin. She was not even itching at it.

"We will do two things before going. We will test the warding shield and we will bring the sleeping ones to the nearest clan without you both being noticed." Sabine's voice shivered with the cold momentarily on her skin, but she still spoke with determination, if wide-eyed and hard to place. Also strangely, she made pains not to let her staff separate from her touch. "The axe is in the hands of a Redguard bounty hunter. He is in a band of mercenaries. He thinks he is invincible. He was sailing from Sentinel to Daggerfall to slay the dragon with his band. The dragon has a bounty because it is attacking ships from an island near the Daggerfall coast."

After awkwardly doing on her last article of clothing and replacing her enchanted trinkets, Sabine threw the oversized cloak around her shoulders again and walked to the camp fire. She picked up Spellbreaker, Do'Rhajul's shield, and took it to him. "Activate it."

Without waiting, Sabine took a few paces back and looked to Yerig pointedly. "Shout at Rhajul."