Her proposal piqued the reptilian's interest. He had a powerful rage simmering under the surface for whomever was responsible for the enslavement of any Argonian, much less his cousin Tsleeixth. He looked at her and paused, realizing the implications of what she was asking. Daixanos was usually a quiet, stoic Argonian who made an honest living hunting, be it game for skins or heads for bounties. But there were three things he truly hated. 

Magicka unnerved him. He did not know where it came from or what fueled its power, but it was not the Hist and therefore Alien to him, even if others of his race used the mystical arts. Dunmner slavers were another, and by extension, being chained himself. Even in a ruse, he knew he would be agitated and on the brink of exploding out of the chains. But her idea had merit, and he could swallow his comfort for a short while as he played the part. 

"He likely does not," Dax sibilated, and inclined his head, agreeing to the ruse. "Collect what you will, we must go before long if our distraction is to aid my kinsman and the othersss..." 

He stripped off his breastplate and bracers, and his axe and bow. He placed the items in one of the smaller wagons of the caravan. The beastman kept a dagger within the folds of his clothes just in case, but it was carefully concealed. "This Vorn...are you here for him?"

There was a low rumble in the distance, and across the horizon, fiery bits of debris fell into what had to have been the sea of ghosts.