Before Sabine could so much as turn around back towards the stairs, they heard the easily recognizable, and rather alarming sound of a sword being drawn from its scabbard. Sabine's shouting had masked the footsteps coming up the stairs, but it was no stranger who had drawn the blade. Rather, it was Ri'vashi, who was currently staring down Do'rhajul with a look of pure, unrestricted hatred. She growled threateningly, though a particularly attentive eye might notice that her hands were shaking. 

Ri'vashi spoke only a single word: "[i]You.[/i]" She did not yell, but even so, it was almost frightening how much anger she could contain within a single, simple word. Ri'vashi had obviously seen Sabine, but it was clear that her attention was solely fixated upon Do'rhajul as she stood with her blade in both hands, pointed towards him. She was not in her armor, but Ri'vashi was never without her weapon. 

Even when he heard the sound of the blade being drawn, Do'rhajul did not make any sudden movements. He turned around to face her, but did not make any hint of a motion towards his own sword. As much as he wanted to speak, Sabine had already requested that they allow her to talk for them.