"Come in," Sabine's small voice spoke through the door.

Meesei entering the room beheld Sabine alone at her desk, looking over writing on paper under a magelight. There was no sign of Karl, likely he had work at this hour. His smell, as well as the scents of Yerig and Do'rhajul, could be perceived.

Sabine turned in her seat and smiled at Meesei. On Sabine's desk were letters written in Dunmeris and Cyrodilic. Curiously, Sabine had a bandage tied around her palm. She quickly obscured it with her other hand before any more attention could be drawn to it.

"Good morning, Meesei," Sabine said. "Do you need something?"