The ranger looks to the orcish man and didn't need to be a mind reader to know that one way or another, he'd try to screw his group over to his favor. He sneered slightly underneath his helmet. Despite this being their best lead to finding Sandy's whereabouts, he couldn't help but feel reluctant to play along to the orc's tune. For all they knew, the drunk may be just setting them up to be left alone in a den of wolves for slaughter while he gets some quick coin to buy more rotgut with. Regardless of his personal feelings, it was up to the rest of the party to decide if whether or not they would be going along with the plan or not.