As the spectacle went on, Ahmaht's calm rage quickly quelled, leaving him standing next to the group with an expression of wonder and confusion. The blonde woman and the young boy seemed to be sane, it was the lavender-haired knight that was causing all of the confusion. The dark-skinned foreigner looked at everyone for a few seconds, before settling back on the self-proclaimed Sigrun. The boy was obviously educated--not many knew of the symbol he chose to draw on the knight's breastplate. Ahmaht drummed his fingers on the table, which was a nervous habit for him.<br/><br/>"Well, I can see this was a misunderstanding," he said, shying away slightly.<span style="font-style: italic">I can't believe I managed to embarass myself,</span>he thought to himself. "If that is the case I suppose I shall leave you all be." The man chuckled, slowly inching away from the table and approaching the barkeep. He ordered a rather large meal for himself, then sat a couple tables over from the confusion trio.<br/><br/>Not including Sigrun, watching the two sit at the table plucked at Ahmaht's sense of justice. For some inexplicable reason, he wanted to follow them around and be their bodyguard. Perhaps, if he wasn't on a mission, he would. His mission was more important than the fate of two people, no matter how innocent Ahmaht thought they looked. He shook his head, staring at the table. Perhaps he would seek them out some day, after he was finished with his quest.<br/><br/>That was only a pipe dream though; truth be told he most likely would never be able to find them again, and there was no way at all they would be involved with his objective. No, while they seemed to be poor now, there was no way the two were  born into poverty. Some day, they would be back to their normal lives, and they wouldn't want to leave their lives to go to a hot, sandy sea.