Yerig was dead still, crouched down and peering through the bush behind which he was hiding. Do'rhajul was following suit by staying as silent as possible as they observed, giving off only the faintest sounds of breathing. Looking around the clearing, there were yet more details to take in. The grass in some places looked like it had been scorched, and there were what looked like weapons laying around: swords, spears, arrows, and the like. It certainly looked like evidence of a battle, though there were no bodies within view. 

"I don't know. It looks like he's...hoarding things? Valuable things, or at least most of it looks valuable." Yerig whispered. "Some of those crates have East Empire Company markings, but that would mean he would had to have made an effort to drag them off of the ships he attacked. I just don't know why. That's not something dragons really do, not outside children's tales. I don't know why this one would be collecting a hoard of treasure; none of that looks like it would be worth much of anything to a dragon."

"But it's worth quite a lot to anyone else." Do'rhajul interjected just as quietly. "It is bait, a trap. The beast wants to lure someone here. Perhaps someone specific, or just people in general."

Yerig still had a confused look about him. "But...why? That would just bring down more hunters upon him. Dragons may be strong, and they may be arrogant, but even they know they are not invincible. They were hunted to extinction once before." 

Do'rhajul gave another long look towards the watchtower. "I do not know, but if this Redguard was killed by the dragon, then the axe we seek is somewhere among those treasures, almost certainly."