Ri'vashi held the bloodied blade out towards the Imperial in the event he intended to try anything else, though he seemed too preoccupied holding his hand over the deep gash in his arm to actually attempt another attack. Not to mention, Gallus was keeping him rather securely pinned. His arm was bleeding heavily, even with the pressure he was applying to the wound. "Yes, it looks like he caught wind of what happened. Ri'vashi recognizes this one. He was the most...curious of their group. He was always asking questions, about the clan and the stronghold. He painted himself out as being a scholar."

Meesei stood over the Imperial, keeping her expression calm, but intense. She looked him over carefully, paying close attention to his face, and the severity of his wound. Untreated, death by blood loss was a possibility, but simple bandages would probably be enough to staunch the bleeding sufficiently to allow him to heal on his own. A greater threat would be infection, if he was not a lycan like the Argonian. However, they could allow him to survive that as well. "Well, I hope you are satisfied with what you have learned about this ruin. You shall not be leaving it."

The Imperial leaned his head back and let out an exaggerated, almost delirious laugh. He did not seem outwardly angry, though he still paused a few moments to give her a threatening glare. He was obviously defiant, and wanted to make sure that was clear to his captors. Since Meesei was too far away from him, he turned his head to Gallus and spat in his face.