The Ogre checked the sovereigns, gauging the weight as if he could tell with his small brain if it was enough. Likely he wanted to just give the illusion of being thorough, since no one would really jip him or he'd devour them. It was then a thought in his brain that if he were to eat these two, then he could have all of the gold for himself. He looked up from his gold, and watched them both, weighing his options. 

Amal was not a mind reader, but he knew how scoundrels thought and watched him carefully. Luckily, the Ogre seemed to appeal to his reason. He had just walked in on these two standing easily over the corpses of his would-be allies. They had nasty tricks up their sleeves, likely, and they had also seemed reasonable so far. "Very well, I will go to Copher if that is where you go. But I want twice as much as this for my services and protection." 

Amal and Emmaline shared a look, and after the thief shrugged, Emmaline agreed. There was enough gold to go around. If the Ogre got a third of it, it beat him potentially making meals of them. "And you can eat any enemies we happen upon that have no value to us, as well." Amal said. The Ogre smiled widely, showing bloodied teeth. At that, he grabbed the corpse of the second bandit and effortless [i]snap[/i], his leg was taken clean off to be eaten. "Very good," The Ogre said between mouthfuls. "I usually eat prisoners, anyway."

The thief winced, as Emmaline likely did, realizing that if the tables had been turned and they had been captured by the bandits, they would likely be head fist inside the thing's gullet at this point. It was something that disgusted anyone, particularly when they had to watch him devour human remains infront of them. It also completely ruined the mood the alcohol, gold, and midwakh had given them, at least in Amal's opinion. 

Oh well, he went with the flow as he always did. The cutthroat grabbed his vest back with a jerk, and he waved it about to get the dust of the floor off of it. "Well, I am glad we have made an accord," he said dryly. "Are we far from Copher, by the way?" He had an inkling of where they were, but he still wanted to ask the Ogre, who didn't seem too confused on the geography of this part of Araby. Briefly he wondered how the Ogre got here, but he had plenty of time to ask later. 

"The morning on the second day of travel, we will arrive." The Ogre said. 

"And your name?" Emmaline asked, smiling slyly.

"Trogg Greatgut." The Ogre said, beating his aforementioned gut with his massive fist. 
[@Penny]