Sabine jumped back just in time to avoid the dragon's head landing on the mud with a wet thump. Through the shimmer of her ward fanning out and peeling above and around her, she stared at the instantly killed face. The dragon's large, glassy eye.

Time went by without Sabine for a while; she did not respond to either Yerig or Do'rhajul's initial actions. She had killed with her magic plenty of times before but never with this much power at her disposal. And so, like one who had never killed before. She started to shiver. Her jaw quivered. Her knees lost some of their stability. She had to clutch her staff tightly to keep hold of it.

Finally, the axe was mentioned. Sabine nodded, turned, and made steps towards the pile of luring treasures the dragon had haunted. She only realised the sky cleared and released her ward once the warmth of the sun seeped onto the water in her hair. Reaching down to pull aside the first errant hide that was covering some other items made her show how much her hands were shaking.