"<strong>Well, although I'm not in a position to speak for anyone else</strong>" Sampson began as a took a quick gander at Rose, Aberik and Arlana, "<strong>I've already got enough payment from rootin' through those Ogre's sacks.</strong>" As he said this he thumbed behind him, towards the fallen beast as Kiira was sorting through the creature's goods. Taking a glance of his own behind him, he noticed the Elven lass producing a potion from one of the many piles she had assorted from the Ogre's baubles,<em><strong>there was a potion in there? Maybe I need to do another look-see at what Kiira found in there.</strong></em><br/><br/>Besides, the direction of the conversation was going towards something Sampson was by no means proficient in; healing. Sampson was a fighter, he was the one causing the damage, not fixing it. The trio that was joining them certainly seemed a tad bit on the odd side; it's not common fare to see many ratfolk these days, especially in the company of Humans, but who was Sampson to judge?<br/><br/>With an excuse of leave and a nod, Sampson left the conversation much as he entered it, heading back towards the dead Ogre and where Mingan, Wil and Kiira seemed to be meandering about. "<strong>Any clue what type of tonic is in there?</strong>" Sampson inquired to Kiira as he approached the Elf, bending down to scoop up his axe as he passed where he left it, "<strong>I know Ogres have a thing for collecting all sorts of crap, but a fragile bottle such as that surviving in one of their rucksacks strikes me as odd.</strong>" Walking by her, Sampson swept over with passive attention at the various things the Sorceress had removed and piled up from the Ogre, none of the items in particular striking his eye, "<strong>Of course looks can be deceiving; items infused with magic can often handle a lot rougher treatment than common stock.</strong>"<br/><br/>Turning the conversation back to more pertinent matters, Sampson looked over at the group discussing details with the three new arrivals as he leaned against the haft of his axe, commenting as much to himself as he was to anyone nearby, "<strong>they need to heal the girl and get going, they're burning daylight and we still gotta job to do.</strong>"