While the others set up camp, Sabine wandered the outskirts to set up spells to warn them of intruders. The process took some time. By the time she was done, Do'rhajul and Yerig were already heating dinner. Sabine sat down in her usual pose with her knees drawn up to her chest. She remained holding the staff tightly to her body, almost as if afraid to let it go.

She stared into the fire. A silent frown across her face told of nothing she wanted to say, if anything at all.