Walking with Arlana proved to be a silent affair. Although Sampson initially believed retelling old tales of foes vanquished would be ultimately flat, given the environment, the blue-haired woman seemed more than interested in his stories. "<strong>Oh don't give me that look</strong>" Sampson said with faux irritation to the maiden's look of disappointment, "<strong>I'll be more than happy to give a tale come nightfall, setting's just as important as the words, you know.</strong>"<br/><br/>The setting facing Grimrock now was the modest abode for the Priests of the Sun Father, the only sign of displayed wealth being the massive golden symbol of her Order. As Sampson stood to merely admire the piece (and ponder how much it's worth) Arlana was busy climbing the many steps to the building itself, a view of the maiden Sampson wasn't all too disappointed in having. Realizing he was about to be left outside standing listlessly, Sampson took a step forward to join her...<br/><br/>... And was promptly stopped by the arrival of Kiira, the graceful Elf blocking his way as she asked for her share. Giving an amused grunt at her comment on his striking resemblance to big, angry wildlife, Sampson put his battleaxe away before lugging the chest to his front, unlatching the coffer as he replied, "<strong>Mister eh? Now <em>that's</em> something I don't often hear. You know, if you're so worried about me running off you should stick around me more often</strong>" he gave a faint, impish grin as he added, "<strong>I certainly wouldn't mind.</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>Still gotta drop by the stables for some horses, but otherwise we're ready to go</strong>" Sampson stated as he looked up at Arlana, seeing just in time as an important-looking priest was giving the young woman a belt of sorts, his gaze kept on the actions of the priestess as he finished telling Kiira, "<strong>you're welcome to come with us.</strong>"