Sam heard her name being called through the door and raised her head. She recognized the rough tone, but it was strange hearing him use her name. She hadn't thought he had been listening to her angry rambling when she had told it to him. Sam hurriedly rubbed her eyes with her sleeves, trying to wipe the tears away as much as she could. She didn't want him or Dorothea to see. But for all she knew her crying had been loud enough that the entire fortress had heard. And while her cheeks might be dry her eyes were still red. He'd probably notice.

Sam got to her feet, picking up the knife and candle as she did and was about to open the door when she heard a crash. It made her jerk away from the door in shock and stumble back against the wall again. The candle had nearly slipped from her grasp and Sam felt her stomach churn out of fright. She could heard someone screaming, and she knew it was Dorothea. A part of her wanted to get out of this tiny room and go to her, but she heard the Marshal yell at her to stay before she heard his footsteps running off.

"No, hey! Wait! What's happening? Don't leave!" Sam shouted after him, even though he was probably long gone by the time she was finished. There was an explosion, which startled her again, and the sound of Dorothea's screaming. Sam pressed her ear against the wood, trying to hear everything, and only hearing muffled scuffling, shouting, metal clashing against metal. Like some sort of battle had broken out. But who was attacking? Sam thought she heard the thump of a body hitting the floor and then she heard nothing at all.

The silence seemed to echo in her ears and Sam hardly dared to breath as she stared at the door she was hiding behind. Then she heard footsteps and a small knock on the door. Her breath caught in her throat and she held the handle of the knife tighter as she imagined who it was. The Marshal? Or something worse. Sam heard a voice call out to her. It was small and high but undeniably male. He said he was here to rescue her. 

The statement took a moment to register in her mind, and Sam stared at the door for a moment before approaching it. She took the handle in her hand before hesitating. The Marshal had told her not to open it except for him. But she didn't trust the Marshal and this person said he was rescuing her. But who would be here to rescue her? She didn't know anyone here, she wasn't even supposed to exist in this place. But Sam figured if the person on the other side really wanted to get to her, then sooner or later he would find a way. So Sam opened the door, looking directly across from her as she did so and seeing no one. Then her gaze lowered until she saw the little man standing there wearing his hat with the feather.

It was a sight so surprising to her that she was speechless for several long seconds.There were dwarves in this world, too. She felt like she shouldn't be surprised by this. But why would a dwarf be rescuing her? "Who are you?" Sam asked when she overcame her shocked silence. Her voice wary with uncertainty. "How'd you know I was in here?"