"I'm fairly certain a four to one fight, whatever the reason, is unwarranted." Samantha felt the thief buck underneath her, growling and spitting harsh words at her. "Though we don't need to play much of a guessing game, we have a live one we can interrogate." She smiled all too sweetly as she leaned forward and smacked her sword underneath the thieve's chin. She watched him expectantly, waiting on an answer. When he didn't say anything, she asked "Why did you attack this man?" Perhaps he hadn't paid his bar tab, Sam thought, or maybe he possessed something of value they wanted to get their hands on. Whatever the reason, she was curious to find out.

Still no response. "I get the feeling he doesn't like me." Samantha sighed and shrugged at the others with a slight chuckle. Suddenly, the woman remembered about the paper in her pocket. She took the now muddy paper out and lifted it in front of her. She directed her gaze at the newcomer, raising an eyebrow at him. "So Mr. Professional, I'm guessing you got one too?"