Learin tried his best to keep pace with the human bolt that was Ahmaht, because simply put, he couldn't; not even 4 minutes of Veloen and he could already feel his lungs collapse upon themselves. Sigrun's face betrayed little sign of having difficulty, but her forehead was  already covered in sweat in her attempt to try and catch up to the ahketan man.<br/><br/>By the time the pair managed to catch up, it seemed the thief had already darted away from Ahmaht's grasp. Although it took Learin a second to register what the man said under his heavy, hurried gasps. His legs were already ready to give way by the time they stopped.<br/><br/>"That's...<span style="font-style: italic">huff,</span>that's unfortunate, but he got what we came for, right?" Learin strained to say.<br/><br/>Sigrun's face was still as deadpan as ever as she surveyed the area for any signs of the pickpocket, "Should we return to the inn and let the man know we recovered his heirloom?"<br/><br/>The bedraggled scholar put up a hand in protest, "I-I need a minute here, I need a minute!" he managed to break through his gasps.<br/><br/>With hands on his knees and air filling his lungs from his hurried pants, he was finally able to take in the view. It was funny how such a chase would lead to such a pleasing landscape with their view of the water's edge. The lake was practically sparkling between the sea of leaves, becoming a sort of oasis of the forest.<span style="font-style: italic">Well, at least it wasn't a hundred-percent complete waste of time,</span>he thought to himself.