"I have already made my choice." Do'rhajul answered with hardly any hesitation. "I promised my service to you, and I do intend to keep that promise. For my fate, I trust that you will choose whatever you believe is fair for me, and I will abide by your choice no matter what. After all you have done here for your people, I would not say that any of them would have a right to deny you your choice."

Pausing for a moment, Do'rhajul gave another look down towards the axe in his hand. The relic of Clavicus Vile was a potent weapon by itself, and even Do'rhajul's limited magical attunement could feel that it was enchanted. He still could not quite understand how any simple relic, no matter how powerful, could be used to defeat a god, but he doubted that Sabine would have gone through such trouble if it was just a hunch. Holding out the axe in both hands, Do'rhajul offered it to Sabine. "Would you like to be the one to present the axe to your clan? I would not wish to give them the wrong impression about me, or...incite any violence. I would prefer not to be carrying a weapon openly when I step through your portal."

Yerig was not quite hesitant, but he did want to be cautious about returning to Sabine's clan with her. "For me, I think I am going to have to rely on your judgment. All of this about Clavicus Vile, about those Towers, it does sound important. I know I'm not physically what I used to be, and honestly, I should have stopped all this fighting a long time ago, but I devoted myself to helping the good folk of Skyrim. I would be failing them if I let some Daedra absorb all of Skyrim, and everywhere else, into Oblivion. But, I'm also not keen on ending up locked away in a dungeon somewhere. So, if you think that your people will be willing to overlook my association with your enemy and let me help, then I'll stick with you."