Sam had winced at the sound of the booming voice, not because it hurt his head, but because it was startling enough. Then like that, the dwarf took off on a trot with his donkey. Just like that, Sam was pissed off. Who the hell just dashes off without the people they were traveling with, and furthermore, without saying a word.

Despite his somewhat shaky steps, Sam took off on a sprint after the dwarf, running fast enough to almost seem unnatural. He arrived about fifteen minutes after the dwarf, but his anger was melted away when he saw the dwarf helping the Alunei. He'd do something about it, but she seemed to be having enough attention as is. 

Speaking of Alunei, he remembered back to when he rescued a few Alunei slaves by convincing a nearby Cirk to steal them away, those two ladies had made that Cirk one of the more popular ones, such lovely voices. They're wings and brief flying dances where beautiful as well, quite the envious ability to Sam. However, he could make flowers sprout from the ground! That was pretty! 

Damn it, flying dances where still better.

Sam was in the midst of memory, hanging behind most of the people already around the man with the... Very loud voice. Oh, hey! Wouldn't that be good for a concert! Having an entire audience Frozen in Ecstasy... For some reason that thought sounded weird to Sam, even though it was his. Must be his imagination.

...Anyway, Sam was in the midst of memory when some sword wielding idiot decided to make a fuss over a damn Orc who hadn't even did anything. From Sam's point of view, the Orc did nothing but show up at the wrong time. The idiot had no reason to be waving a sword around in such a holy place, or at least, he assumed it was holy, it had that feeling.

With that, Sam pushed past a few people, his anger quickly reawakened. Some silly sword wielder didn't have an overbearing advantage over Sam, since well, Sam owned a disarming knife that hung on a belt loop. It was a rather heavy knife, actually it was a full blown dagger, but the Naeri called it a knife. It was a dull blade, but it was sturdy enough to parry a sword if used with enough precision, and doubled with another blade, it could be used to rip it out of the wielder a hands, assuming you caught them off guard.

So, with the swordsman having no more advantage over him at that moment than the average man fighting unarmed with Sam also being unarmed, Sam took his hand, and backhanded the man from behind. It was rather loud, and it really hurt Sam's hand, but he didn't care.

"For Naduir's sake you overgrown ass, put the blade down. I'm assuming we were all here being called by the Gods and what not. So put down your damned sword, I won't risk any more thunder and lightning."

(With that last part, he looked over his shoulder to the man who arrived in a whirlwind and gave a brief smile)