It was early in the morning when Ahmaht woke. He'd retired to his room early in the afternoon the previous day, tired from the road and eager to practice reading. He spent the majority of the afternoon awake, but still fell asleep at a rather early time. He tied up his hair and pulled on his boots and vest, then headed to get some breakfast. He still looked half-asleep, eyes drooped and seemingly inattentive. Already the inn seemed to be full of patrons. A bright head of crimson hair caught the foreigner's attention. Such a color was completely out of the ordinary in Ahketa. He'd come accustomed to the browns and blonds that he normally saw, but red was rare, and he'd not seen such a vibrant shade before.<span style="font-style: italic">Come to think of it, that knight had a strange hair color as well...This land is a strange one.</span><br/><br/>Inadvertently, he picked a spot that was nearby. He stole a few glances at her, still curiously fascinated with her hair color. He ate his breakfast in relative silence, allowing himself the luxury to eat slowly. He recognized the quite blonde girl from early, and offered a smile and small wave.