The monochrome rainbow of a knight followed her two companions as they moved to the inn, now enlightened on the foreigner's name. It would be a lot easier to call him Ahmaht instead of a large chested man. As they took their seats, it was not long before Ahmaht provoked the blonde haired girl into getting up and fetching a piece of paper. It took the man next to her quite some time to read the elegant handwriting, then the message was delivered to the knight after he finished. She looked over the paper carefully, lowering it to see the quiet girl's face. She then proceeded to hold the paper in different angles, turning it around like a child controlling a steering wheel. After about thirty seconds of this ridiculous sight, she placed the paper on the table and looked up at the woman named Larea.<br/>"You can't speak because you are unable to, right?" she asked.<br/>Sure, the fact that she hasn't spoken a single word from the moment they met would be cause for alarm, but being forced to write such a simple thing on a piece of paper was what made it click. This would explain, well, everything. It gave her cause to feel sorry for the girl, since she couldn't ask what was so kiwi about the cloaked man from before.