Do'rhajul and Yerig soon joined Sabine in searching through the crates and piles of other goods. Some of what they found were reasonably valuable East Empire Company trade goods, like textiles, spices, and alchemical ingredients. There were crates of weapons, like crossbows, swords, and even enchanted staves. Yerig found a crate full of soul gems, of various sizes, which might have been a more exciting find before the clan established themselves in Blackreach. 

While most of what was present did seem to come from the East Empire Company, it did also appear that the dragon had been hoarding goods from any other source he could find. There were several mismatched chests and crates, along with some loose items simply scattered on the ground. Some were quite valuable, like gold and jewels. Do'rhajul broke open a crate with an insignia depicting a ram, and found it packed full with bars of silver. He stopped for a few silent moment, staring down into the crate contemplatively. "To think, this would have been such a wonderful find for me naught but a few days ago. Do you know how many weapons could be forged from this silver? I suppose it could still be useful to you as a resource, if nothing else. All of this that the dragon had collected...and you said there was a bounty on the dragon's head, yes? I cannot imagine it would be a small one. It seems like this will be quite the windfall for your clan."

Yerig, meanwhile, walked up to the watchtower itself, after finding no trace of the axe in the area he had searched. It was a tall, circular structure made mostly from stone, but its entrance was a simple wooden door. It looked like its purpose was simply to provide a good vantage point on the surrounding seas, rather than to actually be defensible. Yerig opened up the door to the watchtower, only to immediately cough and turn away, holding his hand over his nose. "I...think I found the bodies." He said aloud, while looking as if he was only barely holding down his lunch. The floor just inside the watchtower was covered in corpses strewn haphazardly on top of one another, in various stages of decay. The smell was truly something awful, but he still managed to steel himself enough to hazard another glance into the room. Flies were swarming inside over the bodies, some of which were blackened, bloated, and maggot-ridden, while others were almost skeletal. It appeared that not everyone inside had been killed at the same time, but rather, it was simply where the dragon had been piling the bodies. Yerig was not quite sure how the massive dragon managed to get the door closed, but he certainly understood why he went through the effort. 

On the far side of the room, in the stiffened hands of one of the corpses, Yerig thought that he could see an auspicious weapon. "I...think the axe might be in there. I think I see it, but it's hard to tell from this angle."