Fishing some coins out of his pocket, Ahmaht gave a small wave and began to walk off towards the food stalls. "I shall see you all in a moment." he said.<br/>As he was walking off, he happened to glance back at the group, catching a glimpse of Larea's legs. He quickly turned back around, pretending not to see the scars criss-crossing her legs.<span style="font-style: italic">What happened to that poor girl?</span>he thought as  he was walking.<span style="font-style: italic">I wonder if it has something to do with what happened last night, or her muteness...</span>Ahmaht's expression changed to one of concern as he was walking, as he mulled over Larea's past.<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>"Thank you." Ahmaht said to the merchant, handing over the money for a rather large chunk of roasted ham. He hoisted it up over his shoulder and began the trek back to the hill. After several minutes, he arrived, trudging up the hill and plopping down at the top, and setting his food down on a wooden tray. He didn't have a knife, so he unsheathed a khopesh and began to cut the meat into slices, waiting for his companions.