The bugbear glanced in the direction of all the wasted potential for a good lay and listened to their questions. Sex was the furthest thing from his mind right now, he was trying to save his own skin. The Half Ogre could do nothing but stare daggers.<strong>"Well if they are, they'll know what happened here. The slaves probably not at the camp and the rest of my group if they are smart. They're probably making their way towards the Bazaar with the goods. Course before that they have to get past the hobgoblin territory. Skirting their outposts. Dangerous business."</strong>He spoke to Nayla addressing her question. Then he looked to the tiefling and armored woman when he spoke about it.<strong>"As for selling you out, better to take that up with the ones that sent you. All I know is that we got a tipoff from a small band of humanoids about a camp here at the edge of the blighted woods. Seemed like a good way to make easy money and a good fuck."</strong>