Sam raises a brow and follows Krem, though keeps the same amount of distance. What was he doing? At seeing the man pick up the weapon - okay that was serious impressive - he stops.

"Pila?" Sam tilts his head to the side, obviously now knowing what the sport - game? - was. "Exactly what would you need to do that would make Lady Montilyet upset?"

Sam narrows his eyes just a fraction, watching Krem a bit more intently. Was he using conversation as well as a distraction? Ugh. He had never sparred someone who focused on physical attacks, this made things so much more difficult.