Ahmaht woke in the morning to find Zel forcibly dragging the ragtag group of randies to a state of consciousness. It still took several hours of the hulking man yawning and rubbing vigorously at his eyes to fully wake. Eventually, the group made it to Serris Ona. The tattoed giant wished to stay and explore the glistening city by the sea, but the rush to find the spirit of fire ensured that the group wasted no time in finding a boat to take them to the flaming isles.<br/><br/>Ahmaht stretched, groaning loudly. Boats weren't his favorite thing ever. He was more of a warm sands person. "Yes, I do believe Sigrun is correct," he sighed. "But first we should find a meal and a place to plan out our next course of action." The foreigner flashed a brilliant grin to his comrades. "What say you,<span style="font-style: italic">meryt'</span>Zel?"