Still feeling slightly confused, but more at ease, Ahmaht allowed himself to relax ever-so-slightly. His peace was quickly interrupted, however, by a bright golden-colored man. He was lavishly dressed, but something about his presence put the large foreigner on edge. The lavish man demanded Origin and Sylph, to which Zel immediately stepped forward to protect Larea. An argument sprung back and forth between the two, with Cethin, as he introduced himself, explaining his master plan to create a paradise. Zel countered it wouldn't happen in a day, and drew his sword. Sigrun took a combat stance, inching towards Larea.<br/><br/>Ahmaht sneered, though he didn't say anything. In an instant, his khopesh were in hand, and he calmly stepped forward. Larea threw herself between the two parties, intending to prevent the fight. He lunged forward, underneath Larea's outstretched arms, and blocking the path between her and Cethin. "I apologize, Cethin, but you will have to leave empty-handed today. Larea will only leave us over my corpse," he said politely, though he glared harshly at the intruder. "Now leave, lest you anger me further."