The Golden Coffer Inn was slightly busy today. Geoffrey stood behind the bar, pouring mead into one mug, ale into another and tryig to figure out if the man at the table to the far left really wanted milk! Milk of all things. Trish and Bev we're waiting tables, taking orders back to the cooks, and bringing out smaller dishes for patron's to nibble on.

Geoffrey kept glancing at the doorway though, he didn't know why he kept doing it, but did anyway. He was waiting for Zander to get back from visiting the mayor's office. Time ticked by slowly after that, and in came the next bout of customers and orders and chaos. A few had talked about a group of young children being taken to see the mayor. Some whispered about the merchant, Lazlo, having gotten back his stolen goods and how he cheered about the children helping retrieve them.

Geo, could hear little else and took a small break to go check on his mother Olga. Telling Trish and Bev to hold down the fort, both girls waving him off and rolling their eyes at him. The two twin waitresses had a fun time teasing him about things. Taking the steps two at a time, he knocked softly on his mother's door. Placing his ear to the polished wood he grinned when he heard shifting and a soft thunk.

Entering slowly, grin plastered on his face, "I see you feel well. Throwing pillows at the door, really mother." He patted said pillow as he picked it off the floor. His grin stayed there when she told him to go do something about his cheery attitude. Definitely in a good mood. "I see Zander's glyphs are helping you with this odd poisoning going through your system. I told you old man Harv was really after you."

Olga muttered and shifted a little more, "Listen here you little sneak, I'll have you know I'm fit as a whistle..." She coughed. Geo didn't move, but watched intently. His ears trying to pick up any softer sounds. Ears perking, he turned to the open doorway. Shouts from downstairs, Bev shouting for Geo to come downstairs. Someone being told to stop moving he was bleeding.

Half the townsfolk knew Zander was staying with them, rashes and bumps and measel's gone instantly at Zander's harsh scowl. Tilting his head, he looked back at his mother. 

"Go see what--- Zander!"

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Zander brushed passed the waitress, not even muttering an apology. He didn't have time to explain to the wench that Olga's life was in danger. Where was Geo when he needed him!? Storming up the stairs, a few patron's yelling for him to slow down and explain his chest wound. He got to the door, and slammed it shut with force.

'Alive...." he was panting. His chest felt like it was on fire, he knew he was pale, his eyes trained on Olga with what looked like relief with a mixture of panic. Seals on each corner post, one above her head, and two more. One on each arm. He let out a strangled yell and lept for the paper. Tears finally breaking free, he tore down the two on the posts closest to the doors. With more worry he reached out for Olga's arms only to have his body give out on him.

"ZANDER!" Geo hollered at him. He was trying to attack his mother! Taking two longer strides he grabbed the older boy around the waist and lifted him away from his sick mother. "Zander calm down! It's me! ZANDER!"

Geo listened, and almost let him go in shock. His mother had gone pale at the words he spoke.

"Tampered seals... The mayor... They think I killed him... Not safe... they aren't safe anymore."

Geo dropped Zander, as he passed out. He had seen Zander like this once, when he had laid eyes on his sick mother, his panic and his need to be listened to. Stepping over his few time lover, he ripped down the seals and lit them in the candle fire. If Zander said they had been tampered with, he wasn't going to argue. Olga told him to take the boy to his room, to bandage the wound on his chest and to clean it. She felt alright enough to take over downstairs.

Nodding numbly, he moved Zander gently. Tears still leaked from his pale face, and Geo was scared. They would have to hide Zander. He just knew it.