Gorosk shared Renault's thoughts on the matter, and it seemed the others in the party felt much the same way.  He was curious where the box came from, why it was here, and of course what precisely was in it, but now was not a good time to find out.  The rats had been slain for the time being but they were still in this underground hovel with little real choice but to venture further in to it.  Perhaps later on they might discover some indicator of what it held.  Or perhaps it was just a box.

The Half Orc stepped back away from it, clapping Renault on the shoulder, saying some brief words of thanks for reminding him that they still faced many dangers and needed to be moving again.  Gorosk joined the rest of the party, stepping over the fallen bodies of their fetid foes and prepared himself mentally for whatever might lurk around the next corner.

"I really, really hate rats." He mumbled massaging his fists.