"We ain't finish talkin', Sov'rin," Sam says plainly to Spartan as he sidles up beside. "'Course, if yew wanna eat first..." Barkley smirks and puts a handful of leaves in his craw, chewin' thoughtfully. "I'll keep the title. I'll give yeh my advice, whether yeh want it or not. My experience and arm in battle as required. But yeh know that already. So tell me what was on yer mind."