Geoffrey held up his hands in a sign of universal surrender. He wasn't trying to tell them what to do only offering options for them to take. He didn't think the lot of them could put up a fight if the guards tried to capture them, and he wouldn't help one way or another. His mother would tan his hide faster than Ole Tren could down the ale. Chuckling to that thought he turned his attention back to Ethan and Amuné. The young girl shook her head and Geoffrey had to resist the urge to mess up her hair with his hand in a fond gesture. He knew it wouldn't be taken well, not yet anyway.

"Understandable," Geoffrey replied as they cleared the trees. "I meant no offense to either of you ladies, just simply that--" 

The noise coming towards him had Geoffrey falling back quickly, slipping the bow out of the quiver tied to his saddle, strung and aimed at where the noise came from. Eyes focused on the clearing, and only when Nymira and Ethan relax, did he lower the bow and unstring it in a swift practiced motion.

Whatever this man road in on, had to be magic. He looked greased up, as if working with machinery. As Norman spoke to Ethan and Nymira, Geoffrey turned in his seat to face Zander, "Any idea?"

Zander shot him a look as if asking how he would know this maniac on his weird looking contraption. When Norman asked about the staff, Zander rose his hand and took it back without so much as a thanks. His eyes scanned over the polished wood and ran his hand over it. Pulling at what little magic was in the knots and grain, he pulled it back into him and still felt like his skin was too pale. He was exhausted and not paying even a note of attention to the conversation going on around him.

He did hear Nymira complain about his race and bite his tongue to keep himself from saying how their race was barbarians and full of false pretense. He knew better of course, and Geoffrey would thump him good. Speaking of the other Murans in the group, Zander watched Geoffrey as he made a move to help Cecil off the ground but shook his head. He wanted to press on to put as much distance behind him from this village. When Norman looked at him, Zander flinched. Turning away to look into the forest he kept his hand near his leather pouch and scowled at the scenery as if it bothered him.

Norman seemed like he was intelligent enough to spot problems and Zander didn't need more at the moment.

Geoffrey smirked when the man went off about the machine, "Now dat's magic if ya be askin' me! Unaspected Demicite or does it work any other way? Is it stable!? Seems stupid ta not add more seats if ya need to transport someone!" Geoffrey looked on in excitement and stopped his questions when he watched Cecil fall. He stopped heading towards him and let out a huff. Hopefully Cecil could do something to help him out. Moving his horse away instead, to give Norman and Cecil some room, he headed towards Nymira.

"Since ya gotcha weap'ns," when he received a look he cleared his throat sheepishly. "Sorry. Since you have gotten your weapons, and your friend is here with us, shall we head away from the ship? Once your friend helps... Cecil, we can head towards the next town and perchance rest along the way. It's no more than a day and half travel."