"Yes, imprisoned beasts surely was in possession of this tome we're looking for", Ogrin responds with sarcasm as he notices Rasereits eagerness for breaking things. "Let's disturb their remains so that whatever devoured them comes out to smite us. If nothing else, you'll bring out the rest of the centipedes."
Then again, he thinks to himself, I knows some wizards that could pay handsomely for the right pieces of a fiend...
Ogrin will stay a few steps away from Rasereit, keeping an eye on the pool. He sheathes his rapier and readies his sling, still keeping his dagger in hand.