As Sigrun began her story, Ahmaht listened with interest. Her exact details made him chuckle, but a few minutes into the story he was ready to smash his brains out with a rock. Her monotone voice coupled with her precision made it almost unbearable to listen to without going mad. He did laugh about the part where she managed to cut herself on grass, though.<br/><br/>Soon enough it was over. Ahmaht took a deep breath, vowing to himself to never ask Sigrun for a story. He'd definitely regret it if he made the same mistake again. He got up slowly, dusting himself off. "Thank you for sharing. It was...yeah," he said, not sure what else to put there.<br/><br/>Larea was eager to get moving, apparently, as she was already heading off down the path alone. The man chuckled to himself, catching up with her in a few long strides. "You shouldn't take off so eagerly,<span style="font-style: italic">meryt'Zel</span>." He flashed a large smile at her, glancing back to make sure that their other companions weren't going to be left behind.