Sabine quirked her head. She was under the impression that the Dragonborn was in Skyrim somewhere. She chose her words carefully now that the dragon spoke Cyrodilic.

"We are not here for greed," she said. "Rather, chasing someone else who came here for greed. Or glory. Likely both. He carried something important to our quest." Sabine nervously fell back on manners, holding one hand to her chest. "My name is Sabine. These are my companions, Do'rhajul and Yerig. May we know your name?"