Watching with mild interest at the scene unfolding before him, Sampson couldn't help but reflect on how differently things would've gone if he was still back in his old outfit. The Ogre business would've been settled much the same way, but beyond that they would've simply looted the corpses and been on their way; No muss, no fuss, and none of this altruism nonsense. From the corner of his eye Sampson noticed the Barbarian growing restless, apparently longing to leave this tepid martial encounter as much as Sampson did. He was even packing up his things and preparing to leave, regardless of anyone else's reservations on the matter,<strong><em>smart man. Get everyone's act together lest they lose an extra sword.</em></strong><br/><br/>When Sampson's attention turned back to the newcomers, he saw as the hooded woman revealed herself to be a Drow, causing the Mercenary to raise an eyebrow in surprise. Dark Elves weren't unheard of beyond the Underdark, but to find one in the company of a Human and Ratling was odd indeed. Sampson was about to comment on the revelation when Wil's voice broke the silence, accusing Kiira of trying to pilfer the poultice from the pile, "<strong>Sounds like you're the one who's never been in a group before</strong>" Sampson said flatly as he watched the two from his position, "<strong>Looting is first come, first serve. There's plenty of plunder in the piles, I'd suggest looking there before you start peepin' in other people's pockets.</strong>"<br/><br/>With that issue resolved (at least to him,) Sampson picked up his axe and made a move to his wagon, seeing as the party was wrapping up it's conversation with the hooded travelers. Halfway to the cart Sampson passed Aberik, who seemed to be interested in acquiring one of the jewels in the Ogre piles, "<strong>It's all yours, already got my share right here.</strong>" Giving two light pats on his coin purse for effect, Sampson continued on his way to the wagon, where he'll sit up in the driver's seat and wait until everyone's set to go.