Ahmaht chuckled lightly at Sigrun's thoughts. He'd thought the same thing, but her ideas on what to do were just so much more creative that he couldn't help but laugh. "I don't know if we have any of those spherical objects, Sigrun," he said, before Zel went off, being as technical as he possibly could, delivering the same speech he'd heard earlier that day.<br/><br/>He waited for Zel to finish before speaking up, "From there we travel to Arakay, and afterwards the Gratian Icelands." He took several long strides so he was walking side-by-side with his stone-skinned ally. "It's the last stretch I am worried about. Ships are expensive, and I fear we won't have enough money to sail from Akheta." The foreigner glanced at Zel, wondering what he would say next. He was much better at planning than Ahmaht was. His insight on the matter would be nice to hear.