The sheet settled over Ahmaht. He took a step backwards. There was the sound of fabric tearing, a flash of movement, and as the sheet fell away from Ahmaht, he was fixing the latches on his blades. There was an amused look on his face. "May I ask,<span style="font-style: italic">meryt</span>, the point of that?"<br/>He didn't sound angry, if anything, he was amused. His arms dropped to his sides as he spoke. "It's quite warm already. I did not need a blanket." he laughed.<br/>Ahmaht then bent and picked up the remnants of the sheet, and carried it over to the clothesline, hanging it back up, despite the fact that a massive hole was torn through the middle. He hung that up next to it.<br/>"You shouldn't steal people's laundry,<span style="font-style: italic">meryt</span>"