Ahmaht smirked at the woman hanging from his grasp. "Perhaps, but I am not most men." He tucked the amulet into his pocket. "And by the looks of it, you aren't most ladies. Perhaps you won't steal next time we meet and I'll give you a little gift." He took a step back, beginning to turn around so he could drag the woman back, but a sudden shift in weight drew a surprised gasp from the dark-skinned man's lips. The woman planted her feet on his chest and kicked off. Had he been prepared, Ahmaht may have been able to hang on, but as it were, the girl managed to completely wrench herself free.<br/><br/>Ahmaht couldn't help but let out a laugh. He didn't agree with thievery, but a woman that could make such a perfect escape...He couldn't help but be amused. He watched as a spot of crimson disappeared down the hill. He turned to face his companions, taking a few steps towards them. "Well...It seems that she got away," he began, pulling the amulet out of his pocket and holding it up, "but I got the amulet back."