Ahmaht was roused from his nap by a plummet to the ground from the tree branch he had been sitting in. He looked around, scanning the crowd to see if anyone saw him fall. He smiled sheepishly, getting up and dusting himself off, then heading off for the inn. He bumped into Sigrun, who was purchasing a godawful purple stuffed...thing. He tapped her on the shoulder. "Morning." he said. He stared at the purple thing for a moment. "Might I ask what exactly that is?"