“Kip!” A loud gruff voice came from outside of the tent and the man in front of me stood straight and tucked his knife into his belt. 
“Sir, we were waiting on you to begin.” He said and for some reason I felt a bit better knowing what this man’s name was.
The tent flap was brushed aside as a tall muscly man with an angry face stormed inside. This must’ve been Pullman. Kip nodded to me in my chair and I made direct eye contact with the intimidating man as he snarled and walked over to me, looking me over.
“What’s your name?” He asked and without a second to spare slapped me across my face. “I asked you a question boy! Your name!” 
I blinked in surprise trying to rid myself of the black dots in my vision. “Sam, my names Sam.” I spluttered.