The man wasted no time in unpacking his meager belongings--the dresser in his rented room was more than enough for Ahmaht to fit all of his clothing in. He even dropped his swords on top. He didn't see himself as needing them in this town. It would be a welcome reprieve, to not carry the weight of his blades. Once everything was in place, he stared at the bed for a moment, then unlaced his boots and pulled off the linen vest he was wearing as a shirt. He collapsed on the bed, letting out a loud, satisfied sigh.<br/><br/>He slept for about an hour before the pangs of hunger and loud growls from his gut awoke him. With an unintelligible grumble, the giant pulled himself off the bed and replaced his excuse for a shirt, then laced up his boots and headed back towards the barkeep. Not long after he'd opened the door, a sound that he could only describe as a smithy's workshop being flung down a hill came from the tavern. Ahmaht scratched his head and peeked around the corner.<br/><br/>The blonde girl and the boy from earlier were sitting at a table eating, and a lavender-haired knight with a deadpan expression was sitting in front of them, babbling about slaves. Ahmaht's fists unconsciously clenched, his whole body tensing up. He forced himself to pause and breathe deeply for a moment, to calm the anger that was so quickly bubbling up in his chest. He took one last deep breath before marching into the room. He folded his arms across his chest, approaching the motley crew.<br/><br/>"Slaves, you said?" Ahmaht asked, his voice lower and harsher than earlier. "If you want to be free, come with me. I will protect you from the slavers." His dark eyes, which had once held a kind warmness to them, were more like the smoldering cinders of a razed building.