The goblin is about to open his mouth when food arrives. It is morsels of chicken that have been fried in beef renderings. It is surprisingly good. The chicken also comes with some old bread and a watery gravy. The goblin ignores Bronn for a moment while he tears into the food before him. "Almost as good as my mother's pan seared beetle. At any rate, where was I?" He seems to punctuate the question by wiping the grease on his clothes and belching. "Ah, yes."
He scoots forward in his chair and straightens his back a bit. "You seem like the intelligent mercenary sort. And that's exactly what I, um, that's to say, we need." He glances sideways for a brief moment at his companion. "As to pay, how does this sound? You may keep up to nine tenths of what you find - provided you keep your efforts quiet and limited to your team. Also, we must see everything first. Further, you are to map, or, if possible, find and bring us a map of the area you explore. I believe that those terms should be more than adequate."
He now hunches even further over and nearly whispers. "As you are no doubt aware, the canyon known as Blind Canyon is called such because it doesn't lead to any ruins. However, I have information that proves the ruins are not only much larger than we have been lead to believe but that a complete new section of them is available for the pickings. Further, those ruins are accessible through Blind Canyon. I will provide you with the exact location where you are to start looking. I will also provide an expert to assist you."
His eyes seem to glitter. "Are you still interested my friend?"