Zander sighed. He had tried. They could no more say he didn't at least attempt to get his new companions free from this charge. Yes he had put the Mayor to sleep, but that was to silence him from speaking up about his last name. It was hard enough getting someone to trust you when they heard the Starsion family name spoken like it was yesterday's crier's news. Staring off into the distance, he missed Nymira somewhat defending his actions and fell in step with the others.

His mind on the quiet journey wandered to the Golden Coffer Inn and Geoffrey and Olga. Geoffrey was probably out by the bar, waiting upon guests and serving ale. Olga would be asleep in bed, the poison in her system was strong and unforgiving which worried him. His face flashed with his internal worry. No one noticed, and he was perfectly okay with that. Scowling again, yet not fully feeling it, he let out another sigh and went to reach down for a blade of grass to kill the silence with a tune. A cleared throat had him standing up straight and letting out a light chuckle.

"Can't blame me for trying," he muttered to the guards around him and kept silent the rest of the way. Tuning back in, he grinned when the head guard spoke of who would be punished to Amuné. He would be proud of his sleep spells. They took effect on the unsuspecting so quickly. Shaking his head he let his mind wander again.

No one paid much attention to the group being lead towards the Mayor's Mansion. Fighting the urge to stretch, instead Zander scratched at the wound on his chest. His magic was slowly coming back to him, that was good. It would quicken the healing process and make the infernal itching go away.

He ignored the Machina but glanced towards Cecil to see his reaction. He was still clutching his head and had things started differently, Zander would have offered something to soothe the pain. Perhaps he could use something with a touch of cold to soothe the ache?

Here he stood again and gulped when the office doors were in view. Bernadette seemed to stare at her desk, so Zander looked as well. For someone who left in a hurry her desk was rather tidy wasn't it? Instead of pointing this out he looked back to the door way and felt dread seep into his soul.

[i]"Sir we've brought the children..."[/i]

The mayor hadn't responded and Zander felt more dread. The mayor would ruin everything. His stay at this town. The Church would be after him again, everything would fall apart. When the chair turned, Zander had to fight to keep a small look of victory off his face, but even if it had been there, horror soon took over. The mayor was dead. Bernadette was talking to him but his eyes had seen it first.

Zander went pale, stepping to take a closer look at the [i]talisman[/i] only to have a sword aimed at his chest. He threw a heated look at the stupidity of the guards, and was ready to snap about how he was a healer when the shouted started. Still pale, save for the anger red blush on his face, he went to take a step closer to the mayor's corpse and reached out his hand. He stopped himself. What if whatever had happened... No! A crash from the window was the perfect excuse. While everyone looked to the noise, he gripped the paper in his hand and crushed it. It pulsed weakly, sleep and something else. Something felt off about the paper, the texture and the ink didn't seem to blend well together. Neither had been blessed and yet, it felt like sludge in his clenched fist. 

He didn't move at first, his eyes staring at the mayor's body. Was his family here!? Had they found him!? If they had tampered with this Seal Paper did that mean... He took off after the others not even looking at Ethan. Cecil's scream of horror echoed in his mind, Nymira's fire blast still seemed to heat his skin, Amuné's frightened shriek mingled with everything else.

As the wall collasped, and the others seemed to slow their pace, Zander ran past them. He didn't realize he was muttering out loud.

"If.. This one was tampered... Children... Olga.. Oh Saints what have I done..." He speed off towards the direction of the Golden Coffer Inn. Tears threatened to spill. If this one had been tampered with, if this one had been tampered with... The thought kept playing in his head as he sprinted faster. His chest wound opened slightly, he could feel the heat of his own life blood on his stomach. "If this was was tampered with..." He kept muttering as he ran past people towards his destination. 

"What have I done... Geoffrey... [u]Olga[/u],please be okay..."