Sabel slipped into the shop shortly after Emily and Dacs. The last few moments had been spent doing a brief scout about the exterior of the building - something that one side of his mind told him was hardly necessary, but which instinct prompted him to do without allowing for debate. It had settled his nerves some, to at the very least ensure for himself that the perimeter was clear, and given him a few private moments to pull his head out of the drama of his return and back into his job.

The dusty, gloomy air in the shop made his vision swim for a moment and he paused to get his bearings on what and who was littered about the place. He gave a nod to each in the room, but didn't offer any energy into a greeting. Communication was essential, conversation not so much.

Checking to make sure that his wand was secure in his wrist holster, and adjusting his jacket sleeve overtop of it, Sabel moved over to the tomes and scrolls still sitting on the shelves, scanning the spines of the large books and what little he could read from the furled parchment of the scrolls. He wanted to crack the books open and see if there was anything of value inside. If anything, it might give them a better insight into de Talone's psychology.

His eyes flicked to Emily, curiously. No matter how much he thought it permissible, he was here to follow her lead.