Loghren
Loghren follows into the large room. He fills his mug with the ale, but hesitates before eating any food. Not waiting for the others to have their questions answered, he cuts straight to the point.
"Just so we're perfectly clear on all of this, let me restate it. You want us to go in and clean out the main vault. The whole thing. All of it. And bring it to you. Any other vault - anything in there belongs to us. And you'll pay us some amount. I only assume that you are paying us more than "whatever is in the other vaults" which, really, is no payment at all. Of course, if we decide to simply keep what's in the main vault for ourselves, well, that means you'll send your goons after us until either we change our mind or you decide to have us killed. Whichever you decide, really. Is that what your offer is?"
He stares directly at the man, right into his eyes. His look is not one of anger, but simply is matter of fact.