The weight of the battle and the very real possibility of death fall off Gorosk's shoulders as the brood mother rat burning agonized writhing gave way to slight twitches and eventually the contractions of burning meat.  He stared at it rather dumbfounded and noticed only after several seconds that his own hands and arms were shaking.  Fists drawn impossibly tight as he watched he unclenched them with some effort and watched curiously as they too twitched slightly.  The effect exaggerated perhaps by the dancing light of the smouldering rat corpse.

He took a deep embarrassingly gasping breath as it finally sank in that the fight was over now.  It had been quite an odd day, and yet it was not quite over.  He had very nearly died this day, far below ground and surrounded by the blood and piss and shit of a rat breeding pit.  Now it was all over, and he was still alive.  Renault was right, as was Vah'lux.  Heading back was the only reasonable way to proceed, as strange as it would feel to return that very day after all they had done since morning.

Gorosk moved closer to the others, for once preferring company to solitude, and joined them in attempting to clean himself off.  Seeing Vah'lux' method he sought out the least vermin corrupted patch of dirt he could find and rubbed the gore and fur from his arms with it.  When he had traded one sort of filth for another he looked back up to the others, eager to depart.  

"Let's go then. Nothing here for us now just like there wasn't before."  The Elf said, and he agreed with the notion more than he would ever have imagined prior, more than he liked to admit.

"This," he said opening and closing his hands to work some of the tension out of them, "This does not feel like victory.  I am with you all, let's get far from this cursed land and be glad to put this all behind us."