"What would a delay buy you, if you aren't teaching me?"
Bronn sighs. He tries to remember the other scholars, that he's escorted, but mostly remembers their condescending attitudes and how they never wanted him to touch anything, how his copies were never good enough.
"Look, gnome. Only one of us really knows how to read and write, and a month or two won't change that. You probably don't want the clumsy orc to touch any of the sensitive artifacts, right? Leave the safety of the group to me, and you do the brain things. That's as good as a guarantee as you'll get."
Bronn's outburst surprises even himself. He takes a couple of deep breaths, and then says in a much calmer tone: "Look, I just mean... well, you know what I mean. I don't know how scholars work, but delvers don't get any cred with patrons unless they delve. And none of us want to die out there, so we'll be careful. OK?"