Yerig gave a quick glance towards Sabine and Do'rhajul as they came into view. "It seems he is looking for the Dragonborn. And is rather upset that I am not him." He explained, softly and briefly. 

Meanwhile, the dragon was still eyeing his surroundings, but since the only creatures in the area other than himself were the three in front of him, his gaze quickly settled back upon them. With how different he was from any other race in Tamriel, it was almost impossible to tell if his demeanor was actually aggressive. Being a dragon, he was simply intimidating by default. Though, based on what Yerig had said, he certainly was not happy.

The dragon continued, his voice overshadowing everyone else present. "Gahrot yuvon? Have you come to take these treasures? Meyye. The last of your kind to try at least brought enough kendovve not to insult me. The Dovahkiin has yet to answer my challenge, but it does allow me to sharpen my strength on fools chasing their greed. Grik pahlok."