Geoffrey grinned at the Dimuran when she seemed a little puzzled on his helping, "Aye, I ten' ta do this for travels. Get me out under me ma's thumb." When she mentioned a price he shook his head and cut his thumb back at Zander and shrugged. "I may 'ave only known 'im for a bit, but me ma knew I want ta travel. Perfect chance, with 'im around. Heals well, 'at one does."

"Honestly Geoffrey," Zander let out a sigh. "I'm starting to think you're doing this just for my annoyance. Tis obnoxious." Geoffrey's only reply was to stick his tongue out at the healer and smile even more.

"Dis ting," Geoffrey winked at Nymira as he lay the street talk on strong with that reply. When he heard Zander let out a sigh of disgust he finally cleared his throat. "It's not a long bow mind you. A short one, not as much range, but with the same power and easier to unstring and restring as ya seen. Mostly guards use it, or huntsman. I use it for the odd monster when they want ta try eating me and me travellers when I take em ta Warren. Those stabbies look sharp, and flawless. Don' know much 'bout 'em though. Ya clan smith make 'em for ya?"

Watching Amuné walk away from Cecil, and seeing the large moorcat place his head against her back. He let out a whistle, "Da's a big un. Lass got grace, if dat cat be hers. 'e seems sentient too... Better den some o' the dogs if ya be askin' me."

Zander wanted to smack the Innkeepers son with his staff. He wouldn't tell anyone, but he did enjoy it when Geoffrey talked like that. It reminded him he wasn't stuck in his temple walls. Away from the rest of the world. So ingrossed in giving Geoffrey the peanut gallery treatment he barely noticed Cecil's arm come off again but did catch the tail end of his statement.

[i]He's still waxing about killing them...[/i] Zander let out another sigh. Dropped from his saddled horse and walked towards the two.

"You shouldn't care about the death of those scum," Zander stated matter of factly. "As I told you on the ship, you saved Amuné and Nymira and myself. Thank the twelve for your augmentations if you ask me. You did this town a service, putting them OUT of service."

Geoffrey scowled at Zander's back as the Muran's voice carried back to him. His mother was a pirate, Zander knew that. Geoffrey also knew, that if he yelled now, it would make the boy act up more and dig his heels harder into the dirty. Having been showing the bow to Nymira, he didn't realize his grip on it had tightened and it let out a silent creak. Looking down, and blushing he apologized to the weapon and blushed harder when he could see Nymira was still within ear shot of his soft apology.

"You shouldn't feel bad about it, as well," Zander continued. "Them or us. I personally am thankful you did what needed done. They'd have done us in without a second thought." Leaning his body weight on his staff, he tilted his head as he looked at Norman and Cecil. "Death is just another part of life."

Geoffrey watched Zander wearily, but his eyes also landing on the youngest of his small group following his lead, and the defacto leader. Clearing his throat and putting the bow away, he mounted his horse and stroked her white mane. She pranced slightly at his worried tension, her chestnut brown body shivering in the breeze. She was as ready to lead them away from her, as her master was.