"<strong>I'm no sir, just Sampson</strong>" the Mercenary replied brusquely to Arlana. The woman was asking for both her share and a possible escort to her temple... But from the way she was insisting on company, her motives appeared more complex then that. Luckily for the both of them, by the time she caught up with the pair they were already in view of the Enchanter's, so it was the easiest thing to ask Arlana to wait for a moment as Grimrock ducked into the building, where the massive mercenary expected to stay for hours on end as the Artificers within performed their binding magic...<br/><br/>"<strong>That fast?!</strong>" Sampson was heard exclaiming to no one in particular as he walked out of the Enchanter's mere minutes after, axe in one hand and the chest hauled under his arm. The blade in his hand seemed much as it was before; the supple leather grip appeared soft and solid in the hands, the grey steel of the axe blade perhaps seemed a bit more lustrous, with the edge as viciously sharp as ever. If there was any indication of the blade's newly enchanted qualities, it was how the weapon seemed to exude a sense of<em>timelessness</em>; there was no doubting the leather would be untouched by rot, nor the blade itself would never suffer from the rigors of rust and time. It seemed like the ideal Battleaxe, yet with that extra bit more.<br/><br/>"<strong>Will you believe it? The process took less time than counting out the coins</strong>" Sampson continued to exclaim in excitement, surprise and annoyance to Arlana as he motioned for her to lead on to the temple, "<strong>Mages, bah! They're making a killing with their Arcane talents. They're too clever for their own good</strong>" The statement made the Mercenary' smirk as though in remembrance, adding, "<strong>yet all the guile in the world won't stop an axe to the gut. Some mages learned that the hard way back when I was doing some knifework in Tethyr...</strong>" Looking down at the woman beside him, he realized it was best to stop before Arlana got an earful of his exploits and conquests, causing him to give the blue-haired maiden a wane smile before looking at the streets ahead of them, "<strong>... But that's a tale better told with a drink in hand.</strong>"