The brute was healing up rather nicely from his burning as the healing potion he took... or stole managed to mend his burns and make them disappear. Not like the man was missing out on good looks but the uglier marks wouldn't have done him favors. The half ogre felt the blade at his throat and yet he growled and choked on a small fit of laughter. He spoke in common rather than speaking in giant or goblin<strong>"Hehehe... Whats the point? I know how this works, Im a dead man anyway. So get it over with, if you have the stomach for it."</strong>Clearly the half ogre expected to die whether or not he talked. However, he knows he's valuable and will take his secrets, what they want to know if he was expecting death to be his reward.