With the guest room overcrowded, Sam was sleeping in his own room. When Damian returned to retrieve his cloak, he saw Sam sleeping peacefully.
He would go on to fight the Ashenvale people, even if he left tomorrow. And knowing Sam as he did, Damian was certain he wouldn't follow any unnecessary strategic postings, such as protecting certain strategic regions or launching a head-on charge against Ashenvale. Sam had said it himself: he wanted to protect. Most likely, he would end up fighting the hidden forces of Ashenvale alone, trying to prevent attacks on villages. He might even succeed for a while, but sooner or later, with Ashenvale troops everywhere, armed with strange tools and weapons, Sam would face something far beyond his ability to handle.
He would die.
Damian donned his cloak and left the room, heading straight for Vidalia's place. It was time to select his rewards—finally, something good coming from associating with filthy rich nobles.
