The large man heaved a heavy sigh. "Very well, we will go back once you catch your breath." He moved to put the innkeeper's amulet in his pouch, but couldn't seem to find it. "What--" he began, frantically patting his waist for his coin pouch. "That vixen," he growled. He stomped forward, standing next to the panting professor. "She stole almost all of my money there," he grumbled angrily, but still mostly to himself. He resisted the urge to scream.<br/><br/>"Let us go back soon," he said, voice calmer, if strained. Ahmaht didn't wait for anyone else to say anything, but took a few steps ahead, angrily kicking a tree trunk. He leaned against the same tree trunk, closing his eyes and breathing deeply. Calming down was his biggest priority for the moment.<span style="font-style: italic">Find your center,</span>he thought to himself, inhaling deeply and holding it.<span style="font-style: italic">Find your inner peace. Money can be earned again. It will not be that big of a setback.</span>He exhaled. "Scholar," he said, voice finally even. "May I travel with you for a short amount of time? I may need help with my funds until I can rebuild what I have had stolen from me. I am not asking you to pay me, rather I am asking if I can follow you to different places until I can find certain...contacts of mine." Ahmaht scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "I cannot believe that I allowed that godsdamned vixen to filch my coin..."