Tandagh still had his eyes focused on the skies and his axes tight in hand as he followed after the rest of the group that decided to head up the mountain. His mind was less on the thought of High Hrothgar being in ruins and more on the worries, and slight hope, of the dragons returning and him and the small group having to fight them. He was still lost in his thoughts of battle when he and the rest reached the ruins in time to see the Nord from before drag out a man who was already obviously marked for death. The Orc moved his attention to the man who now lied dead in the snow. Though the others were wondering what the man said, looking to the Nord and Khajiit for the answers, Tandagh had heard his words as clear as day. One of the few up sides of this curse that tainted the Orc's blood was his hearing being sharpened to that of a true predator's. But never the less the name Isra Paleface repeated in Tandagh's head a few times before the thought [I] Now we must go through another search. [/I] made his way into his head.