Sam sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose before rubbing at his eyes tiredly. Deserters from the Orlesian civil war? This isn't the first location they've been to where citizens of the country were suffering, but in this case they were taking advantage of others in the area.

He's quiet for a time, hanging back a bit as well, listening to what everyone has to say, though mostly he's staying clear of their new 'friend' with the bow seeing as she was pretty worked up about 'shems' at the moment.

"I don't think we should kill him. Yet," he says finally speaking up, scratching the side of his neck as he continues to consider some things. "I'm sure we can get him to talk with the right... persuasion." They could get inventive and probably scare him into saying something. At that Sam looks away from the man and looks to the rest of the group, as well as keeping a tab on where Kirk was heading off to.

"We're going to have to. His group doesn't know we're out here, so even if we hide the bodies the group will probably think the Dalish out here did it." Even if they were already after the camp the humans might do a lot worse thinking they were under attack - because how dare. "We don't have to do anything head on, but if we know where the main force is we could distract them or sabotage some of their things."