Sabine gave a silent moment to think. She swallowed nervously. This was the dragon's home ground, prim and prepared for an attack. Sabine counted the discarded equipment and scorch marks as enough to invoke her humility.

"We will not be able to rummage through without it noticing us," she deduced. "We either reason with it or ambush it. And it is an experienced killer waiting for more to try." Sabine blinked her eyes to Yerig. "I think...both of you drink your potions for fire. Yerig, call out in its language to greet it." She held a palm up. "If it attacks, we will fight here. If it talks..."

Sabine turned ahead, trailing off with a sigh. "...Hopefully we can find a way to obtain the axe."