Geoffrey sat at the long oak table, running his hand through his slightly matted brown hair and let out a soft sigh. This was going to be great business turning away people who needed healing. Zander had kept his mouth shut about anything else that had happened in the small time they had been in Geoffrey's room. It was turning towards evening, business out on the floor would get louder, caravans coming in for a rest. He let out another sigh as the door to the private sitting room opened to allowed Nymira, Amune, Cecil and Ethan entrance. Each took a seat, and Geoffrey paid close attention to them even if he seemed to be focused on pouring out drinks from his seat. He wouldn't press them to drink, he knew better than that. He did however, take a sip from his copper goblet, just to show them it wasn't anything funny.

Listening intently, he nodded as Nymira spoke about travelling with Zander. Ethan stating no one was in trouble and he couldn't help but let out a chuckle when the young girl countered the other two. He couldn't let that pass, "No. I think Zander can be a right..." he mulled over the wording due to the lady and the young girl being present with a soft smile. "Pain. Yes, Pain would be the word I'm lookin' for. Though I must ask, are you his guard?"

The looks he got would have turned a lesser man out of his chair and for the door if he had to guess. "Forgive me askin'," Geoffrey quickly continued. "Just, Zander is a Starsion." He let it go at that, as if it explained everything. It didn't, but it wasn't his place to continue. If theses people journeyed with Zander, he slightly pitied them. He knew his way around a cure for just about anything, but his people skills were lacking from being locked up in the Church's Temple. Pampered. Shaking the thought from his head he took a closer look at the group.

"You look dead on your feet," Geoffrey grinned and couldn't resist the next blurp he let out. "So you lot didn't help Zander escape whoever threatened him then. He says the mayor's death wasn't his doing. Came tearing in here, knocked poor Bev down, ran into my mother's room and ripped down his Papers. Crazied look in his eyes, said someone tampered with one of them."

He stretched and stood slowly, "if you mean to leave, I'd suggest taking the back alley behind here, should have enough room for the cart and the horses. I'll fetch his royal pain from my chambers. If you do, however, choose to stay here. I'm sure we can cut a deal, since you're friends with Zander and all."

Rubbing his chin he moved towards the door and stopped with his back to them and his hand on the handle, "I'd suggest eating something. Specially your friend with the metal on him. Looks like he could use for a good rest. If me mom, Olga, bigger lady, graying hair and bright green lamps, happens to come in. I'd suggest taking whatever food she gives you." At this he pointed at Amuné, "She'll think the young'n will starve to death. Not like we don't have the gold to feed those in need."

He stood there for a moment, they were in a hurry, he didn't want to stop them. At the same time, he didn't want Zander to leave with them. He wanted to go as well, but his mother would never allow it. She was getting on in age, someone had to take over the Inn and Pub when she was gone. Sighing and casting a wistful glance at the group he nodded, bowed, and walked out to get Zander.

No sooner had he opened the door, than had Zander fallen inside, shock present on his face quickly covered by a blush at being caught eavesdropping. Geoffrey scowled, and pulled the slightly older boy into the room with a huff and lead him to a seat across from Nymira and Ethan. "I'd suggest you explain to them your name! Also why you thought it was polite to eavesdrop when it couldda had nothin' ta do wit' chu!" His slang came out think and heavy with slight anger. "Healers are respectable people, they don't skulk!"

Zander nodded along with the younger, eyes wide and slightly happy to see him in a tizzy. It reminded him of his only friend from back home, and he watched Geoffrey head out the door. Zander's eyes lingered there, on the same kind of oak door, staring intently at it and not looking at what he assumed would be scowls. His hoodie was cast off over his shoulder, a plain white shirt against even paler skin and a small huff passed his lips.

"I did annoy him," Zander asked to no one. "Quite a bit with that. Part of me wants to know why you bothered coming for me, but I think I know the answer." He cast his eyes towards Ethan and Nymira, panic was present there. His face; however, showed nothing. His left hand kept touching at the branded mark on his right shoulder for all to see in the sleeveless shirt he had on. His white hair matted down as well and looked silver in the pale lights illuminating the room. His chest wound, sealed but not fully closed made him take lighter breaths. "So, do I come as a free fellow? Or a prisoner for you?"

He wasn't pandering this time, the chest wound, the fear his magic had been tampered with, and the effects it would have on this town. He had healed children and the elderly, he spoke up to the group to tell them this. He had been here less than two weeks, the longest he had stayed in a town. Olga, Geoffrey's mother, had become ill from a poison slipped into her drink, that he had been trying to purge for weeks to no avail. He kept his eyes downcast at the table as he spoke and sighed at the end of this small tale.

"Olga," Zander finished up. "Should be able to get your weapons back to you. If you tell me which way you plan to head off for camping, or if you plan to stay the night here. I know of a few tonics that will make he horses look different, and the cart look more worn than it is now." He drank from Geoffrey's goblet without a second thought. He didn't touch the other drinks. They would still think him a murderer.

"I'm also sure," Zander said placing the drink back onto the table. "That you would like to get going sooner before word gets out that [i]I[/i] killed the mayor. If people think that, those I healed... that blood will be on my hands..." He shook himself from that train of thought and looked at the other two, Amuné and Cecil. His eyes stayed on those two a little longer. Cecil looked dead on his feet, fighting off what would be sleep to anything but a Machina. The youngest, looked paler than normal, probably from the fright she had been subjected too. The death and the murder and the sudden loss of that smaller innocence that people overlooked.

Taking as deep a breath as he could he stood and bowed with his head almost touching the tabletop, "I am Zander Starsion. Though you are Magi, I pledge my life, until such a time as comes to pass, to keep this band of travellers from harms way. Whether it be in shame, or with what little dignity I can regain."

Zander was scared. His family trade, their secrets, had been used openly before, but NOT like this.