Henry shook his spear twice in order to shake off the blood from it. He carefully clipped his spear behind his back and started going towards the rocks, where he left his lute, but the Hero hopped over them and greeted the group giving the lute back to Henry. Henry took his lute and thanked him. 

The Dunmer said they would rest and tend to their wounds, but Henry was not wounded and he couldn't say he was tired. The only real "casualty" Henry got in this fight was his clothes, especially his jacket which lost all but two buttons and was ripped in a few places. It all came after he fell down and slided, while fighting the second agent. Henry sighed and re-buttoned up the jacket so it would hold on him better. The bard's breeches were scraped in a few places but he was thankful that they were still on one piece. 

Henry listened to what the Dunmer had to say and answered him "Meh, this gate is not as scary as I thought. Then again, I never thought it was scary in the first place." he then thought for a moment. "I may write something. [i]The Lay of the Dunmer Hero and His Doomed Friends[/i]. What a song that would make. His friends were so doomed in the first place, that even the oblivion was not able to kill them off." Henry smirked.