The deep orc finishes filling the pouches, he then packs all of them into single large sack and offers it to Dinirahc and quirking eye brow the deep orc replies; "To surface? Did you not get sick of the Thayans already? Not mention the accursed gold disc in sky along the creepy white one. Who knows what those gladiators got in mind, why they would sacrifice their splendid careers for some dirty fortune and constant life and death situation in ghetto of outcaste serving a amazong gang. Simply doesn't make sense."