The man watched the boy with an understanding gaze; he'd been through tough times as well. "I am sorry to hear that, my boy," the man said in his deep, rumbling voice.He thought of a few ways to help the lad, but the blonde woman wrapped him in a sympathetic embrace and dragged him off to the inn before he had a chance to voice his thoughts. He got to his feet and folded his arms across his chest, watching the two hurry down the hill. A slight smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.<br/><br/>The foreigner laughed, a deep chuckle that seemed to resonate in the chests of those who heard it. Even with his deep voice, and massive appearance, he was a gentle person at heart, and it showed. Tattoos and twin golden khopesh be damned. He followed the dynamic duo down the hill at his own pace, arriving just in time to see the girl's face come to resemble an especially bright tomato. He couldn't help but let out another hearty chuckle.<br/><br/>"I think she means to ask you to give the lad a job." He crossed his arms again, looking between the blonde duo and the barkeep.<br/>"If you'd only have waited a bit longer, I may have offered him a job myself. Or at least, a way to make coin without having to resort to theft. You didn't even give me a chance to introduce myself!" A third laugh escaped his lips.<br/><br/>"My name is Ahmaht. It is a pleasure to meet you," he added, looking straight at the boy. He knelt and offered his hand. "You let me know how your job turns out." He offered the boy a kind smile before returning his attention to the barkeep once more.<br/>"If I may, good sir, I would like a room," he said.