Zander held up his hands towards Cecil, in the universal gesture of 'I am un-armed.' He wouldn't continue to pressure the boy for all he knew, Cecil always looked tired and he was just making him even more nervous. Shaking his head and thinking of old advice from his mother he let out a slow sigh and turned back to Amuné as she asked him what the Seal Papers actually were.

"Strips of paper," he said pulling on out as the slowed their pace when the ship came into sight. "With ink made with Demacite Crystals crushed into the ink well. It allows me to draw on the land to use magic. Using special symbols and one for my Saint, it let's me act as a Magi. It's only useful in healing and warding mind you. Good for little else." He lied, he didn't have to use symbols, but they didn't need to know that. His real power came from within him. The Papers were just the illusion to make it seem less like a Magi to hide from the Church.

He stopped talking as Ethan and Nymira spoke in length about what to do and how to go about it. He was going to offer himself as a decoy and stopped when he heard Cecil ask about the ship being alive. He couldn't help himself when he let out a small chuckle, and snorted again when she heard Amuné speak to the Cecil as well. If he had to guess, he would assume those two were siblings then again, it didn't fit into his already thought out... His head hurt thinking of who was related if at all in the small group he was roped into this small adventure with.

As they crouched down and kept all eyes locked on the boat, Zander spoke softly to keep his voice from carrying, "I'm going in with you as well I presume? I can guard the young one if you wish, so long as no one aims with a bow, my staff can be used as more then just a walking stick." He winked at Nymira. Hopefully she got the pun and scowled. It would make him laugh more. "I can also use these," he pointed to the pouch at his waist. "To make quick Seal Papers to make some of the goons pass out. After all, can't heal a patient that needs attention if they are awake and refusing a healing. Or so my father always said. Then again it only works when they aren't aware of something going on..."

His face was that of a serious person, he didn't want to be brushed off. Their lives were in his hands as he had promised. His words then had been a binding Oath. Ethan's acceptance had been the major binding factor. If even one of them died, he would be maimed or killed himself. It was not something he wanted to face.

"So..." Zander asked softly again. "What is our plan of attack to get the goods, the ship, the mead, or just the goods and the mead? Stealing a ship back might be harder..."