After getting a response from the barmaid, Sampson was content with sitting back and bemusedly watching Mingan as he went off to carouse with the more hot-blooded members of the tavern. In fact, Sampson was more than ready to go over and join in with the singing, although personal reservations (and a plate of food) changed his mind. Fact of the matter was Sampson was technically still on the job, and until he got it done, and his payment, he would have to wait to raise a little hell (besides, personal experience has confirmed the battlefield is not the best of places to nurse a hangover.)<br/><br/>"<strong>Hey, mage</strong>" Sampson said to Aberik as he finished with his meal, pushing his plate away as he kept his gaze on the androgynous robed wizard, "<strong>C'mere, I'd like a word with you.</strong>"<br/><br/>If Aberik approached, Sampson would simply give him a smirk before stating, "<strong>that was some damn fine thinking back in that last battle. Me and my axe would've been happy to finish off those two Ogres, but to conjure an imaginary dragon and drive 'em off that way? You might've earned us a fat bonus doing that, what with the new arrivals being no worse for wear.</strong>"<br/><br/>In retrospect the compliment might've been unnecessary, but appreciation was deserved where it was earned; you don't foster ingenuity and cooperation with cold stares, after all. When Mingan approached Sampson was in the middle of taking a hearty draw from his mug, after finishing the Mercenary wiped his lips with the back of his hand before responding with a chuckle, "<strong>for two thousand gold it could be instructions on how to summon a Balor for all I care, although that'd be a lot less interesting then bedplay.</strong>" Leaning back in his chair, Sampson repeated "<strong>two thousand gold,</strong>" relishing every syllable before looking to the other party members, "<strong>So what do you guys think. Easy money or what?</strong>"