Ahmaht stopped, feeling movement on his shoulder. The next thing he knew, Sigrun squirmed free and dive-bombed his foot. At first he was concerned, but it was soon overridden with laughter. Her monotone voice just made it all the more hilarious for Ahmaht.<br/><br/>Once he stopped laughing, he turned to Zel. "Well, when I was younger, and still in Akheta, my family would hold festivals and tournaments often. It was on the day of my fifteenth birthday. I was considered a man then, and I had to prove it with my strength. A small cage was set up, with one of the desert creatures. We call them<span style="font-style: italic">Dothnakk</span>in my tongue. I do not know what they are called in this one. Anyways, it is like an plant-eating crocodile that stands on two legs. They are not very big, and they do not have sharp claws or fang, but they are strong. I grappled with the creature, getting tossed around, and was pulled out of the cage. I didn't want to stop. I thought I'd be able to take it.<br/>"It took a couple hours, but my father reluctantly let me get back in the cage with it. I was ready that time, and when it charged at me, I jumped on it's head, squeezing it tightly and using my weight to pull it down. I had it pinned for a few minutes, but even so, it did not let up. When I left the cage, I'd been rolled over twice, and my back was raw from where it lashed me with it's tail." He had the hint of a smile on his face.<br/><br/>"I miss my home sometimes, but I  know I must continue on in this journey if I am to be able to see it again. But enough of me. It is your turn to share something, if you don't mind."