"I...thank you. I will consider your advice." Do'rhajul replied, standing up once Sabine turned away. He walked ashore and over to his belongings, quickly dressing himself, albeit only in a loincloth for the moment. It took longer for a Khajiit to dry himself than a Human, and he did not wish to soak his clothing. Picking up the rest of his belongings carefully in his arms, he turned back to camp, but gave one more look towards Sabine. "Sabine..." He began, though there was a pause as he seemed to consider his words. "...sleep well. And thank you, again. I do appreciate the second chance." 

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The night was mostly uneventful, apart from one or two more distant roars. They never drew closer, though they did serve as a firm reminder of the stakes of their current task. The more Sabine traveled with him, the more it became clear that Do'rhajul still had a strong, military sense of discipline. He was awake before sunrise, and already had breakfast cooking before anyone else was even fully awake. He was much like Lorag in several ways, except less inclined to levity. Yerig, on the other hand, was in no hurry to wake up, and was the last to rise. He preferred to act at his own pace, which was somewhat slow compared to the the others. Being an old hermit, it was likely that he was rarely in a rush for much of anything. 

Nevertheless, it did eventually come time for the group to get moving, and Yerig was just as ready as everyone else to focus on the task at hand. They would be following Cyrus' trail deeper into the island in search of the axe. The hope was that they would not need to confront the dragon, but of course, they could not merely assume everything would go to plan.

"So, Sabine." Yerig began. "What exact approach would you want to take if we happen to run into this dragon? Would you rather ambush it, sneak by it, or try to reason with it?"