The sergeant seemed unsatisfied, but he also wasn't about to stick someone who brought back in one of the slaves. The other dunmer in the room looked intently on Kris and Dax until their sergeant gave them a dismissive gesture. For his part, Dax kept his head down and his breathing soft, though he did make a few agitated noises. One would think they were made by an injured slave when in fact the entire ploy was grating on him, but other than that he never broke character. 

Kris pushed Dax none too gently. "Go into the corner, dog." she said, and he complied as she and the other Dunmer began to discuss the prices on his head. 

He checked his bondages one last time, gently tugging to make sure they were still loose in case one of the Dunmer got any ideas. Luckily, after the minutes of discussion had gone by, nothing seemed to amiss. Though that had him on edge too. Plans often went awry after you assumed they were going to go well. 

Kris thanked the sergeant, who didn't seem overly welcoming but he gave her a grunt in acknowledgement and sent her on her way. She had recieved word one of their guard wagons was about to head into the settlement, lightly guarded and loaded to carry back supplies to the station later that day. Whatever they were going to do, they had better do it quickly. Dax was here for a distraction for his kinsman, not this Vorn, even if he would shed no tears for the traitor's death. 

Within a minute, Kris was prodding him into the wagon outside amid the ruins. Dax complied without complaint, and he gave her a look when he turned to sit. 
[@Penny]