Eddie took a moment to contemplate the decision, but something told Sam that he had already made his choice. Though he broke eye contact in order to think, his brown eyes were still laser sharp, and within seconds, he answered. "[b]I'm in.[/b]" It hadn't been much of a choice, really. Here was a clearly competent warrior--perhaps a spy?--who was offering him tutelage. Nobody back home needed to suspect anything. Here, with the man's help, maybe he could make a difference. "[b]When do I start?[/b]"