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At the mention from the human Paladin, the Goliath did in fact keep her [i]guard[/i] up, it was instinctive to say the least. She didn't trust the underbelly of the surface world. Not in the slightest. That was for the Dwarves, Gnomes, and other species whom found shelter and solace in such places. It seemed, in her experiences, that rarely didn't anything good outside of perhaps precious ore, and various other materials for crafting, came from the underground dwellings. Perhaps it was Thraduum that twisted her outlook. Most a pity.

[i]At least the Elf had some sense to stay away.[/i] She mused, glancing at the wild creature who kept a watchful eye. It was in her blood as well. The warrior. The sentinel. Forever in the forefront of their minds. 

Turning her attention to the others fixated on the chest, she did, however wonder just what could be so important inside such a small package. Or was it that innate feeling that they [i]deserved[/i] a prize for their troubles? She shook her head and returned her gaze toward the tunnels. 

As far as Vah'lux was concerned, the only "treasure" was survival.