Ahmaht Mdjaii strolled down the streets leisurely, enjoying the midday summer air. It was pleasantly warm, with a refreshing breeze that reminded him of his home. He took a deep breath and continued on walking, smirking slightly, and ignoring the odd looks of those he passed. He was a foreigner, from a land far away. And it showed, as well. He was dark skinned, tall and muscular, about 6'3'' and 240 pounds of pure muscle, with jet-black hair that reached past his shoulders, with a braid interwoven with gold that framed the left side of his face. He was dressed rather simply, with slightly baggy pants, and a dark grey duster, the sleeves torn off. He was currently barefoot, and a pair of leather boots hung from his belt. He wore no shirt, displaying his muscular chest, and the giant ankh tattoo he bore. The tattoo had tendrils of ink swirling off of it, branching off down his arms and onto his shoulder, up circling his neck, and eventually lining his eyes. Two long-bladed khopesh were hanging across his back.<br/>Continuing on his walk, Ahmaht nearly walked into a lavender-haired knight who was busy poking a smaller girl in the nose. The smaller girl didn't seem to pleased, almost scared looking. Ahmaht thought her reaction was humorous and burst out laughing. "You spend your days harassing smaller people, O great knight?" he remarked sarcastically, still chuckling. "I always wondered of your noble causes."