Gorzath blacked out for a few moments. When he awoke, he found that the Praetorian was gone, and everyone was leaving. With a groan he caught up with Cub, exchanging brief greetings with the guard, and followed him to Zaveed. The orc Cub was carrying appeared to be unconscious, but that was most likely from exhaustion of riding a dragon, and being thrown about. Hearing the fight comment, he grinned. "Excluding the giant dragon, the Praetorian, and pretty much all of Tamriel? Yes, I'd say you do." He glanced around. "Now. Where did Arbus wander off to? I need to deposit this claw to him, and then I can get out of this armor. Light as a feather, yet for some reason it still feels wonderful to move without it on." He commented.
He glanced around, finding Marassa. Though she appeared to be fine, he was still slightly concerned. After all, she did fly off a dragon, going who knows how fast, into a wall, with a crazy mage throwing spells galore at her. Not exactly a healthy situation to be in. So, he walked over to have a quick little chat to make sure nothing was broken. And to maybe dissuade her if she brought up the, 'I owe you' thing again. Walking over, "Are you okay? It was quite the nasty bump you took to the head back there." Then he noticed the dagger that was kept within easy reach. "Still don't trust us? I'm not surprised, given the circumstances." He said, chuckling.