She jumped out of her seat a little bit at the question, though not out of fright, and began looking around the room frantically. Eventually she noticed what she was looking for, and ran to the counter. After picking up a spare piece of parchment and a quill, she began writing something quickly, afterward bringing it back to the table. She set the paper down gently in front of Ahmaht and returned to her seat, a sincere smile on her face.<br/>Her letters were large and neat, a textbook example of professional handwriting, despite the haste at which they were written. The paper read "My name is Larea Ahntanel."