Now that they had all settled down, Yerig and Do'rhajul could easily see how shaken Sabine was. Neither of them believed that her nausea was [i]solely[/i] because of the smell. Even so, she still offered to try and pull the axe out of the tower. Do'rhajul sheathed his sword and carefully placed his shield on the ground beside him before slowly and cautiously stepping up alongside Sabine. He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and did his best to make himself seem compassionate, despite his towering form being naturally imposing. "Sabine...you've done plenty already, don't worry. I can handle this; you just take some time to rest. Besides, magic does not need to be the solution to [i]every[/i] problem." 

Looking into the watchtower, Do'rhajul took in a long, deep breath, then held his hand over his nose. The corpses inside the tower were foul, but as a lycan, it was not as if he had to worry about disease, and his nose could not pick up the scent if he was not breathing. As Do'rhajul stepped into the tower, Yerig showed his concern for Sabine quite transparently on his face. He placed one of his hands on hers after he noticed how it was trembling. "Are you going to be alright, Sabine? I know a lot has happened in only a little time, but...it's all over now. We can relax, collect ourselves. And if there's anything you want to talk about, I'm here to listen."

Do'rhajul did not remain in the watchtower for long at all. The bodies were piled close to the entrance, so it took only a few steps for him to reach what he was looking for. It was less than thirty seconds before he was stepping out of the watchtower with a large, two-handed axe at his side. He made sure to put enough distance between himself and the door before uncovering his nose, but he still ended up gagging when he took in a breath. There was no telling how long the axe had been in the watchtower, and while it was nowhere near as bad as the tower itself, some of the foul scent had still rubbed off on it. "Well, there were a few axes in there, but I believe this is it." Do'rhajul declared as he presented the weapon to Sabine. By appearance, it was a steel, double-headed battle axe with a leather-wrapped haft and an ornate head. The engravings on the head of the axe were symmetric and depicted two wolves. Interestingly, despite the wear on the leather suggesting the weapon had been heavily used, the metal itself was pristine, in terms of damage, and its edge was razor-sharp. There was no mistaking that this was indeed the Rueful Axe.