No

As Sam opens the door you hear the rattle of chains. Something was off but you shruged it off. You go in first, as you just get over treshold you hear the chains once again on your left by the door. "Oh so this was off," you think too yourself. Soon you feel the chains on your neck.
"Let us all out or your lord is dead," she demands. Sam starts to back away not wanting to do anything stupid.
Your panic subsides very quickly, your MMA training kicking in. You grab her over your right shoulder with both hands and throw her over on her back quickly draging dagger on her neck. "Now is this any way to repay for my hospitality?", you ask with a smile. As you look towards Sam you don't know who is more suprised her or him.
"My lord, are you allright?", he asks with fear in his voice.
"Yes, I'm fine, but we really need to get blacksmith to check the chains down here. These," as you point towards the discarded chain on the floor "are clearly not in shape to hold anyone in them."
"Yes, my lord." he says nervously.
"Get the rest of the prison guards down here, and find at least five cells which can be used safetly in the morning get the blacksmith to repair chains in 20 of them just in case." He salutes you, turns on his heals and starts running topside.
"Now, what to do with you?", you turn towards her. She is still trying to comprehend what just happend to her.
"Will you try anything if I release you?", presing dagger harder on her neck. She shakes her head, "I won't."
"Good, we need to talk."