Gog had switched off to the words of the Nord somewhat early in the sales pitch. [i]Typical human,[/i] he had thought to himself. Nevertheless it seemed like a good deal. Gog had wandered near these Ayleid ruins and yet had never steeled himself to go inside of one. It would be an understatement to say his innate curiosity was getting the better of him. He had heard tales of the ruins, of the creatures that are found within their walls. Not to mention the more unsavory and... supernatural.

Ultimately he was brought back to the present by the blunt words of his fellow Orsimer. Gog knew none of his would-be companions, however the presence of an Orc reassured him slightly. Though Gog knew better than to trust anyone on face value, he also knew that an Orc was more likely to be hardy and ready for the dangers ahead. He felt safer knowing an Orc - and one older than him as well - would be fighting on their side. Her point in this instance was clear - she wanted an obvious agreement on how the loot would be split and how the companions would be paid. A fair point and one he would happily second.
"I too, would like to know what our agreement is. I'm more than ready to delve into these ruins, as is Wulf. But for what exactly am I risking my hide for?"

Gog sat back in the chair and took another bite from a chicken leg he had been gnawing for the last few minutes. The Flowing Bowl wasn't the worst tavern he had been to, and the food he had sampled tonight was acceptable. However he couldn't help but feel that the usual customer experience was less than stellar.