Ahmaht grinned and chuckled, a deep, rumbling noise that came from his chest. "Well, I suppose it is settled then," he said. He extended his hand and grabbed the scholar's hand. The larger man's surprisingly dexterous fingers wrapped almost all the way around Learin's hand. "I am Ahmaht M-" he hesitated. "Ah, just Ahmaht now." He released his new associate's hand. A look of accomplishment seemed to remain on Ahmaht's face for a while, though that began to fade as the already odd lavender-haired knight began to get even stranger.<br/><br/>The foreigner's dark eyes traveled between her and the scholar.<span style="font-style: italic">Something out of the ordinary...? Could this man actually be on a similar quest to mine?</span>He swallowed hard, his expression suddenly becoming very serious. "What is it that you hope to find?" he asked, his tone a strange mixture of curious and desperate. "Nevermind," he added suddenly. "If we need to investigate something we might as well hurry. If we take too much time it might go away."<br/><br/>He waited a few moments, giving everyone a glance, before turning on his heel and marching off.<span style="font-style: italic">Is this man searching for the spirits too?</span>He tried to push the thought from his head.<span style="font-style: italic">There is no use getting too excited over something. If I am wrong it will be disappointing.</span><br/><br/>Ahmaht closed his eyes, digging his fingernails into his palm to ground him and clear his head. "Time is of the essence, yes? Let us waste no time." He continued walking ahead, long legs taking long strides. He'd probably end up making it back to the inn before everyone else yet again, but he<span style="font-style: italic">did</span>need to return the amulet, after all. Hopefully it would give Learin the time he needed to retrieve whatever it was he required.