[i] "I pray if I've killed for my meal, and I pray for special occasions. I don't pray for every single meal, that's ridiculous," Nymira answered plainly, "We've more important things to worry about than making sure we thank the Saints for every apple or nut we enjoy with our meal, don't you think?" [/i]

Zander nodded at her lack of praying, "I would have assumed your people would pray along the lines such as those. What things should we worry of? Ethan is after Cecil, Amune chased after both along with that feral beast and I highly doubt we'll be attacked in our sleep unless there is something I know not of." Zander smiled softly as if in on a private joke when he spoke. "Tis not like we have the Church hunting you down. A small rag tag group such as this passes by unnoticed I take it? Thus why you have no guard?"


Geoffrey ignored the two talking, lightly touched his meal and kept his eyes glued to the doorway waiting for one of their members to arrive. He tapped at the arm rest, beat his hands off the table in a light beat to a tune only he heard in his head. His fingers itched for his flute to tune out the din of the small talk going on around him. Finally having had enough of his second mug of sweetened ale, he let his chair fall with clack. His plate was pushed towards Zander with a pointed look, turning on his heel he headed for the doorway. He almost got ran over by a downtrodden girl, her face downcast and an air of defeat around her.

Her moor cat followed swiftly at her heels, Geoffrey grinned, "OI! Shorty where are........ Or not." She walked passed without a glance and he let out a loud sigh. He wanted his flute, but thought better of it. Trailing after her, he stopped outside her door and knocked softly.

"Amuné, lass," Geoffrey called out to her. "Y'alright 'n there? Wan' me ta get me flute? Play some fine lullibys if I do say so meself..." He waited for a reply and decided to knock again. "Ya know what I think I'mma get me flute anyroad. Play ya a song outside the door if ya want to be alone."

Like that, he was off for the stables to retrieve the flute a goofy grin on his face. Zander let out a sigh as he was left alone with the one person whom he had little respect for.