"Sam Gamgee," He introduces himself, calmly, and ducks his head, "quite at your service, Miss."

Or he was as at-her-service as he could be. He wasn't very sure what a Hobbit of his stature could offer, and to Sam, Zoe looks more then capable of taking care of herself. He nods curtly at her words, but they don't make him feel all that much better about stopping her. "All the same."

He looks down the road as he's pointed, and quickly back to the woman. Truth be told, he hadn't much looked into the guilds themselves; he'd looked for one based on herbology, or perhaps on cooking. Failing that, he gravitated towards the most completely furnished swordplay guild and avoided the other options. "With the lancers, meself. Nothin' I'm naturally inclined to, so I've picked out what I might trust myself learnin', if you'll follow." He guesses this woman isn't native to Goldvale; she doesn't seem like any of the residents he's spoken to yet, in voice or bearing. He isn't sure if this is cause for reassurance or suspicion quite yet.