"I will need you and Yerig to help me take the bodies through quickly," Sabine said. "I have to hold the portal open. It takes much energy. Relying on the staff too much would be unwise. Do not talk to anyone who approaches us. I will tell them what to do."

To save time, and as a small mercy, Sabine left some clothes on the captives. It was a trivial matter to make the bleeding ones stable. She only wanted any tools they could use to escape away from them. They were soon ready to transport them all to the Daggerfall clan.

Sabine opened a portal to their clanhome. To say they were surprised to see them was an understatement. Guards hailing Sabine were just as numerous as guards half-raising their weapons at the sight of Do'Rhajul and Yerig. Fortunately, none knew them up close well enough to confirm who they were. Sabine kept interactions terse, declaring her unconscious captives as Do'Rhajul's team, to imprison them as securely as possible, and then she opened a portal back to their camp without answering any more questions.

The guards stood around after they left feeling as though they had just encountered ghosts. They had little clues as to the situation. The frantic search for Sabine meant that the encounter would be reported directly to Meesei, given time.

The next phase, as Sabine directed, was to consult a map of the Iliac bay to locate the dragon's residence. Sabine knew a spot to teleport outside of the city of Daggerfall itself but she had no point of reference for the island. They resolved to pack up camp, sell the now captive team's belongings where they were unused, and try to find a boat with a pilot insane enough to grant them passage.

Daggerfall was a long day. Sabine drew many stares with her oversized cloak, strange staff, and blood-streaked visage. She walked stiffly and regarded no one but those that might help them. Unfortunately, Sabine's determination met with little success, even with the money they had. The three of them stopped to come up with ideas and the best they had was to buy a small, one-sail yacht for the short trip. They made camp outside the city and launched on the water at first light.

The meagre boat turned out to be more suitable than they originally anticipated, not only for its speed, but also its low profile. Their approach was less noticeable than being ferried on a cargo ship or a galley.

They found a landing spot on the island by late afternoon. With Do'Rhajul dragging the yacht up the beach away from the tide, Sabine looked up the steep, grassy crests that obscured the rest of the land before them with just the same wide-eyed expression as she had earlier that day.

"We only have to find the axe," Sabine said. "We should search for its previous wielder. But, if the dragon finds us, how do we kill it?"