The camp was quite silent for the entire time that Do'rhajul was cooking up their dinner, which consisted of some dried fish and vegetables. It was not the most flavorful of meals, but hey hardly had the time to hunt for anything fresh. 

Yerig was the only one who actually appeared to be bothered by the uncomfortable silence, and the downtrodden attitudes of his companions. Both Do'rhajul and Sabine looked like their minds were off somewhere else, and nowhere pleasant. It was a mood that rubbed off on him for a while as they ate, but he was not one to let the silence last forever. He was not entirely sure of what to say, but anything seemed to be better than nothing at the moment. 

Yerig inched himself somewhat closer to Sabine. "So, um, Sabine, I was wondering something. We never really talked about it in much detail, but why did you want to do it this way? To go after the axe on our own, I mean, without help from your friends."

Meanwhile, Do'rhajul was the first to finish his dinner, and without a word or explanation, he stood up and walked off towards the beach, out of sight.