Gobskag rubbed his spindly green claws, a little too eagerly for anyone to be comfortable with.

"Sure, sure," he rasped, leering, "Poor, weak elfses and stunties needs their rest, [i]neehh?[/i]  Heh hehh...  Ol' Gobskag will keep watch, an' make sure nuffing goes missing in da bleak, spooooky dead of night, [i]hneh heh hnehh...[/i]"

It would be a good chance to poke around the cursed castle, too.  Treasure and food aside, Gobskag would have bet his left eye there was a proper humie skeleton somewhere on the premises.  Right good bones for magikk wands, and an evil-looking skull wouldn't go awry on his orkkult robes, neither.

"Den in da mornin' we can gets down ta business...  But I ain't goin' in no cage!" he sqwaked, thumping his stikk against the floor for emphasis.  "I gots a betta plan.  One wiv extra cunnin' bits.  Yous'll see."

He withdrew into suspicious mumbling, eyeing the others surreptitiously from under his hood and glancing around for secret doors.