"Why make two unneeded trips?" he asks the elven archer, shaking his head in frustration; his rage slowly simmering. "And why does Leanthas need to be judged by anybody but ourselves?" he pauses... "He travels with us. Let his actions guide our judgement."
He stares around at the others to see what they would say, pointedly looking Leanthas in the eyes to show that trust is something to be earned.
"Raven is tired. We will take this treasure above ground and sell it for as a good a price as can be fetched. She will go to the temple and rest."
When Alinis mentions Zeric, Orpheus rolls his eyes and spits on the ground.
"Let the barbarian do as he pleases, Alinis. He lacks the wisdom to make that call; let experience teach him," he replies in Elven, clearly no longer concerned what the Hexblade chooses to do.
He strives so hard for Law and yet all he leaves in his wake is Chaos.
He looks to Althron and addresses him in Dwarven.
"Return to the surface with us or follow after Zeric," he attempts sternly. "It is your choice."