Sabine frowned and carefully took the axe in her free hand. She let its heavy head rest on the ground at her feet. As for Yerig, she was quick. "I think my pack will believe you. I will not let them hurt or imprison you if anyone does not believe you. Either of you." Sabine lifted her eyes to Do'rhajul to convey her point.

After a deep breath, Sabine took a step to the side. "Stay close to me. Keep your palms visible. Please let me talk to everyone."

Sabine pointed the Staff of Magnus to an empty spot behind her. Without betraying any effort, a vast flow of magicka coalesced into a rapidly growing ovular lens. The warped light behind it swirled from a purple noise of nothing into a dark space above a stone floor. Sabine nodded for each Do'rhajul and Yerig to step through into the main square of the Silent City, before she quickly stepped through to follow them.