Sam's glad enough to get away from the staring eyes of the other soldiers, though he does give the bubbling pot a longing look as they pass. The Man had mentioned food, but it seems he has a few questions first. Sam just hopes that his answers won't decide whether or not he gets some of that stew.

The first question's easy enough, at least. He furrows his brow at the list of names Krem gives him in return. Chargers? Bull? They're very threatening-sounding names, and more than that, they're as unfamiliar as everything else here. His heart sinks a little. How had he managed to get himself so very lost?

"Samwise Gamgee, at your service," he replies, the traditional greeting coming automatically before he amends it. "But most folk call me Sam."