The dialogue so far was tense, as far as Sabine could tell. A foreign language and non-humanoid body language left no easy hints for her. The fact that Yerig was not engulfed in fire at least gave some hope. When the dragon's first thu'um reverberated around them, Sabine flinched. She had expected something more visual. Then Yerig's previous warning about the dragon's capability to detect life through its shouts came to her mind. The large spined head of the dragon was not looking at anything past her and Do'rhajul.

It did not take longer than a few seconds for Sabine to conclude their hiding spot was compromised. Sabine emptied her lungs. There was no good to be had from staying put. She nudged Do'rhajul with a finger. "Stand up with me," she said.

Sabine looked ahead and slowly stood into view. She carefully stepped out from behind the foliage with her staff firmly in her grip. She was ready to raise a ward at a moment's notice, but she lifted her other palm non-threateningly. Her fingers were shivering in spite of the determined look on her face.

Sabine glanced at Yerig. She had no idea what the dragon was saying.