Clenching his fist momentarily in anger at Wil's refusal to pay him an equal share of the gold, Sampson flitted his eyes towards the gold before reminding himself that the garnet he had in his pocket was worth more than two of those piles. Still, it did little to quell his increasingly sour feelings towards the Rogue, whom he gave a smirk to before replying coolly, "<strong>Ain't much difference between a teammate and a thug, just the honesty in their profession.</strong>" Bringing his attention back to the newcomers, Sampson replied in a brusque, almost unceremonious (at least compared to the other's introductions) manner, "<strong>name's Sampson</strong>" he stated, seemingly wanting to keep the pleasantries to the minimum with this crowd; what was the use in puffed-up courtesies when they were useless in such a situation? Kind words had their place, but a field next to a rotting Ogre wasn't one of them.<br/><br/>Rose's suggestion to have the newcomers ride in the back of Sampson's wagon was logical; after all, it wasn't like he had much else back there, so with a passive look at the new arrivals Sampson motioned towards the back of his wagon, stating, "<strong>you've got the back until we get to the fork between Soubar and Triel, but from there you're on foot.</strong>" Sampson was almost ready to leave it at that until the Drow began to speak, and what she said and did surprised him.<br/><br/>If Sampson was curious as to the Drow's purpose aboveground, her explanation only raised his suspicions in the woman. A Drow who not only lives aboveground as a cleric, but has taken a human male as her husband? Although that alone would've made Sampson have a second guess as to the Drow's true nature, the fact she was willing to relinquish her blade to complete strangers was, well... At least, it certainly flew in the face of Sampson's preconceptions towards the Dark Elves and their often violent, depraved and gynocratic ways. Still, Sampson looked none the more suspicious at this queer turn of events, even though inwardly he had a feeling he'd need to keep an eye on Ni'Sara, Ashton and Toge in the coming days.<br/><br/>Sampson waited until the newcomers piled up into the back (and if she wished, Arlana rejoining him in the passenger's seat) before heading back onto the road, no worse for wear then when they left to fight the Ogres, but all the more different in his opinions on the party itself.