A bittersweet smile formed on Ahmaht's lips as Zel went on about finding a ride. "You assume I can't sail," he remarked, though not unkindly. "I honestly expect it though. You'll find I've been many places and can do many things. This being said, you are probably a better sailor than I. By the way, I lied. I was on another ship to the Gratian Icelands. I guess I forgot about that..."<br/><br/>His mind drifted to his journey from the desert to Altira. It was his first and only time sailing, yet he was still required to help sail through a tempest. "You seem to have many stories, comrade. It would help pass the time while we walk, if you do not mind sharing," he said, thinking of some of the odd situations he had been in during his many days of wandering. He chuckled to himself as he remembered a wrestling match with a very fat walrus. He'd probably share that one, and most likely some of his other animal-wrestling stories. The foreigner wondered why he'd been in so many matches against animals. At least they made for interesting, and oftentimes humorous stories.<br/><br/>"If you would like me to share first, I would not mind. I've been a traveler for many years now, and I've amassed some interesting tales." He wondered what the stone man would think. He didn't talk to him as much as he probably should have, which was a contribution to the awkward climate. He hoped the stories would break the ice a little.