Sam realized he needed a weapon. He knew he had to go back to the auction house and help those people, even if some of them did want to be eaten, there were others who didn't and he had to help those people. To do so however, he would need a weapon. Sam raised his head up and glanced around the bar, surprised that in his concentration he'd completely missed a brawl but nonetheless just smiled and continued glancing around for help or a weapon.