Metal clinked softly against metal as the captain laid his sword tip on Sampson's armored chest. Looking down at the offending steel, the Mercenary trailed his hard gaze upwards until he was glaring directly at the wielder, his poise belying a violent response to the guard captain's threat. For a moment that seemed to be the case, Sampson tensing up before noticing in his periphery that the other party members were gearing up and leaving, "<strong>You're lucky we've got a job to do</strong>" Sampson growled as he turned to walk towards his wagon, the sword tip producing an audible grinding noise as it slid against his cuirass.<br/><br/>With his back to the captain, Sampson could only hear what transpired next, only seeing the aftermath after he instinctively turned towards the wispy rush of air that heralded a falling blade. The captain seemed stuck in mid-swing, catatonic to anything and everything around him as though put under some power,<em><strong>and maybe he was</strong></em>the Mercenary thought, being immediately followed by the possibility of slamming an armored fist into his gut as due punishment for his attempt at violence. Sampson decided against that, seeing as it might break whatever hex the captain was under. Climbing into the driver's seat of the wagon, Sampson gave the reins a lazy flick to get the mules moving.<br/><br/>Sampson couldn't help but chuckle as he overheard the conversation between Aberik and Rose. Leaning in, he interjected after the pair had agreed to the wager, "<strong>I wouldn't exactly call having <em>her</em></strong>" he thumbed towards the redhead, "<strong>a defeat, you got lucky mage. Of course, I've got to hope the pretty boy here's right; I haven't gotten a chance to kill anything for weeks, my blade <em>yearns</em> to be used.</strong>" With the way Sampson's tone changed at the last sentence, there was a chance he was referring to more than just his axe.<br/><br/>Stretching in the seat, Sampson gave a groan as he pulled and twisted away the feeling of lax muscles. As he did this, he peered down and noticed Arlana pensively clutching her holy symbol as she walked next to the wagon, "<strong>you do know there's room for a passenger on this thing</strong>" Sampson said, motioning towards the seat next to him as he added, "<strong>you'll be no use to us tired after a long march; come up here and sit. no point in wasting the space.</strong>"