The guards that had stayed by their captain nodded and ran in their own directions. Gravious winced slightly as he watched the disapointment in many of their faces. "Skyriim.. Why does it have to be such a nasty place? Full of dangers, it's far too scenic for this sort of violance." He mused and looked to the bear that lay on the floor. He looked to Gorun, "Cut off it's arm or something and bring it with us, see if our mages can find anything out about it."
The great orc sighed and nodded, Gravious didn't blame him - He would've hated to have done it. He went to touch his sword hilt but suddenly remembered it had been swiped away from him. He swore and looked around to find it, eventually he saw it glinting not far from him. And, with a several inspections of the weapon - He sheathed it and began to escort the prisoners back to their caravan.