Sam stared at the small group standing in front of him. A man in armor, a woman, and a swordsman. Nothing screamed Russian, in fact they seemed be to out of place themselves, at least based on there appearance to each other. Slightly raising his hands to give a sign that he wasn't armed, his helmet retracted. A rug-id man with brushed back black hair, he was covered in sweat how ever, only his face showed. "I'm Sam, who are all of you?" The three people in front of him, were more important to figure out then the castle at the moment.