The enchanted axehead tore through the soft flesh of the Ogre's belly, sinking to the head before the Mercenary ripped it out for another strike. A spurt of arterial spray erupted in response to the action, but it wasn't the mortal blow that would fell the beast; that honor was left for the Barbarian Mingan. With their foe slain and the rest fleeing the area, Sampson knew the day was theirs... Yet the end of combat was only just the beginning of a time-honored, and much-loved past-time of Sellswords; looting the dead of their valuables.<br/><br/>Embedding his axe firmly into the soil for safe keeping, Sampson moved to the dead Ogre's waist to search for the bag of goods their kind so often had dangling from their "belts" (if you could call them that.) This one's in particular seemed to be little more than a rough canvas sack tied with some hemp rope, and with a tug here and a pull there, Sampson was able to get the thing off and open. Almost immediately Sampson's senses were assaulted with the miasmic stench of rotten meat, sweat and worse things, the combination of odors causing even the Mercenary's nose to curl in disgust,<strong><em>breath through the mouth, and work fast</em></strong>Sampson told himself as he dug into the bag for anything of worth, his attention simultaneously on the goods within the bag and an occasional glance at what everyone else was doing.<br/><br/>After some seconds of searching through the garbage, Sampson came across just what he was looking for; a lozenge cut gem that shone and glimmered a rich dark red in the sunlight, "<strong>Well hello there...</strong>" Sampson muttered as he held the garnet up to the light, admiring the brilliance of the gem before pocketing it and letting the others have a go at what else remained in the Ogre's purse. Truth be told, Sampson enjoyed gems far more than gold given their value-to-weight/size ratio... Besides, and although Sampson would be loathe to admit it, he admired the way jewels glittered with an inner fire of colored light.<br/><br/>Sampson finished his appraisal just as Rose was concluding her own piece towards the strangers, although Sampson had heard plenty of what they were discussing before he got close enough for proper conversation; with combat concluded there wasn't much in the way of distracting noise, "<strong>The redhead here's got the right of it</strong>" Sampson interjected as he opined his own position on the stranger's offer, "<strong>we aren't your nannies, once we get to the fork between Soubar and Triel you're on your own, but until then I see no reason you couldn't come with us.</strong>"