Geoffrey  stalked towards the stables, but forced a smile on his face. He didn't know why he was annoyed at basically being told to leave the town. It wasn't like his mother to instantly send him away like this. Did she know something that she wasn't letting on when he had been entertaining the group he was going to travel with? To settle himself, he clutched the flute he dug out of his sack, and put it between his teeth with a clack. His horse pranced in the stables, and Geoffrey let his worries leave him as he saddled her and her mate. Zander would be learning to ride sooner rather than later to make up for time.

As he brought them out, and Ethan and his group got settled, he waved good-bye to the crowd, stating he was taking this group to the next town and using some misdirection stated they wanted to take the scenic route. They would travel out the North Gate and than head West towards the village and along the wall.

Zander's scowl when he was told he would be riding solo, along with the boy falling flat on his arse when he misjudged the amount of force behind the jump to get on, was well worth this. He laughed, and ignored Zander's muttered cursing and patted the spoiled priest on the head. Helping him get up and explaining how to be gentle with his horses mate, he jumped onto his horse. Waved goodbye to the crowd and placed the flute to his lips and let a sweet song take over.



Zander felt sore all over, and a little ashamed of not thinking of the rest of the group being just as worn out as he was. He didn't know how to help Cecil, and every attempt to get close seemed to be met with weary eyes and uncertainty. It bothered him, but for now he'd set it aside to pay attention to what he was doing. He had never actually ridden a horse. Not that he could recall any time of doing such an odd act. Watching Ethan place his head on Amuné's head he shook his own. As he went to open his mouth to say something cruel, he stopped. Nymira had warned him and Geoffrey had booted his leg when he saw Zander's mouth open to catch flies.

Geoffrey still with his hands still on the flute, and his knees guiding his horse, he pushed her into a trot to get beside Ethan. He let the words sink in, they wanted their weapons back. Understandably so, but the guard would be most hostile towards them. "Leave 'em to me than. If you lot don' mind sharing some of da food me ma packed.."

"Geo," Zander called after him. "Speak like a person... You're slang is sticking out like a sore thumb."

Rolling his eyes, clearing his throat and throwing Zander a patient look, "Yes, MiLord! The world and it's riches for you, MiLord." He winked at Amuné as he spoke now. He was hoping to soothe the tension between the two. "Anyroads," he chuckled a little at Zander's glaring at him. "Ethan right? Why not let the little lady ride with me? You get some rest in the cart. You look tired and if I didn't know, a little older looking at the moment. Old men should rest when their bones are weary." Grinning now. He wasn't sure how this would be taken. If he was to actually guide them. He'd guide them his way. "Plus," Geoffrey added. "If the young lady here, Amuné right? Prefers it, I'm sure Serina here would gladly lead your horse as you rest."

He let the seriousness in his eyes show as he cast a glance at Nymira. He would no more order her around, nor tell her what to do. She was a Dimura. They could handle themselves, and if the regal lady decided to rest. She would. He could just tell by the way she kept her back straight even on the horse. Getting a little closer to Ethan if he wanted to pass the young girl off to him easier.

"The guards know me," Geoffrey went back to the main topic. "Let me speak for you. Show them food and good mead, and they will let me gather what I want. My mother will cover anything else for this. She's no fan of pirates that pillage her home port."

Zander scowled at the back of Geoffrey's head as he got friendly with Ethan. He wasn't worried about the younger man's affections, but more of feeling a little left out. He pulled in a little more, and turned his attention to what had caught it earlier. As they had been going, he felt the Cursed Seal Paper in his pouch like it was a fire against his bare skin. When they finally rested, he would try a hotter flame to burn the tainted paper. He scowled down at his side pouch and pulled his hoodie on tighter.