Sampson mentally guffawed at Lady Kara's tale of love, and at the blue-haired maiden's reaction to it,<em><strong>You can keep your love, I've found it more trouble then it's worth.</strong></em>Giving a sidelong glance at the rest of the party, Sampson gauged the dispositions of the rest of the party as the arcane-inclined pondered over the symbol given to them; from mirthful exuberance by the wild red-haired woman, to mild indifference to... A silly face?<br/><br/><em><strong>What is he-</strong></em>Sampson abruptly thought as he noticed Will making faces towards the Sorceress's cat. A grown man playing the child, in the middle of a meeting with an employer no less! The petulant display garnered a critical glare at the man, as much because of the lack of respect towards their Benefactor as it was mild disgust at the action, "<strong>soon sounds good</strong>" the Mercenary stated, his gaze turning from the man to the Elf, "<strong>as I've always said, if it's worth doing, it's worth doing fast.</strong>"<br/><br/>Lumbering over to the chest, the massive mercenary shut the wooden lid of the coffer with a meaty<em>slam</em>and a faint<em>clink</em>of the lock mechanism. Gripping the handles on each side, Grimrock let out a light, guttural grunt as he lifted the heavy chest with apparent ease, belying the immense strength of the soldier. Turning to face the group, his eyes lingered on Tymaleena as he asked, "<strong>let's go shopping, shall we?</strong>"<br/><br/>Without even seeing the responses of the others, Sampson walked out of the room with Amblecrown... With everyone's share in tow.