"I think you told me simply because," Zander mused as he sipped at his wine. "We find it easier to tell those we trust but do not exactly like, what has happened in our lives. We get neither pity nor awe from them." He shrugged and set the glass down again. "Not free from scorn, but able to be who you truly are must be freeing within itself, I'd assume."

Zander threw his head back in laughter as Nymira threatened bodily harm on him. He was intrigued, he wouldn't lie, about the inner workings of the Dimuran Clans structure but only because it seemed so odd from what he was use to. He also wasn't sure what to add to anything, and he definitely didn't comfort her worries about her people's social structure falling into the dust. He just sipped at his wine, nodded in the right places and filed everything away for a later date. 

"I'm sorry," Zander said finally. "For the loss you went through at the start of your journey. I am sure, that is your biggest driving force now though. So for what little this [i]perverted, lying[/i] Healer can give you, I find it intriguing how you are going to go about this. As for me returning a story, no. I think you'd find my life tame and boring compared to yours."

He chewed on his food after he spoke, having taken another bite finally and thought deeply for a moment. Why exactly was he following Nymira anyway. The way they were heading was the opposite direction of his own wayward walk. Away from his families estate in the major city a few towns away. He wondered how his nursemaid fared and how Nymira would feel if he ever told the woman, his nurse maid was a Dimuran. He'd save that shocking detail til much later in their travels.

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Geo titled his head to the side, "You aren' alone naow. Dat's wha' matters, ya? Ya gained friends 'sides your beastly friend, ya?" Geoffrey played a few notes on his flute as the young girl seemed lost in her own thoughts. He just smiled around the wooden instrument and kept playing a softer melody as she contemplated and organized her thoughts.

"As for Nymira," Geoffreys eyes went serious. "Can' really blame the lass, she'sa Dimuran. Hard folk those lot, me ma dealt with 'em back when she was a pirate." Geoffrey looked over her head and shook his thoughts to clear them. "Anyroad, the lass be tired and for all dem intents I'm a retainer in 'er eyes. A guide if ya can call me une."

He wasn't sure if he was helping her, or confusing her more with how he was talking. He blamed Zander for his shifts between "normal" speaking and street talk.  He looked down at the floor where he sat cross legged on the worn rug and put the flute down finally. He traced a few faded patterns with his head tilted to the side. Moonlight beamed in from the window and he couldn't help but chuckle.

"If ya like, instead o' music I know me some decent bedtime stories... the Barmaids at me mum's Pub and Inn has a kid or two, use ta talk tales to em til they beady eyes couldn' stay wake... Or shall I play ya an ol' tune the Mayor taught ..." He fell silent and sucked in a breath. He hadn't meant to mention that name. Coughing slightly and drawing his eyes from the rug, he watched the moor cat and the girl as their breath's rose and fell together. Had she fallen asleep!?

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Zander sat in silence enjoying his meal when a thought seemed to slam into his mind, "How hot can you make flames?" He muttered keeping his eyes on his plate as he rummaged in his pouch pockets for the "corrupted" Seal Paper. "I tried to burn this in a candle stick, and purify it, with no luck. Perhaps you could end it for me?"

He kept the grim smile from his face and his expression showed nothing. He doubted she would help him, but he wanted to gage the woman's flames. How powerful she really was, just in case. He should probably do the same with Cecil and Ethan. Learn their strength of power, and use his Seals against them if need be. Insurance. Where this thought came from but it hit him like a brick against the forehead. It felt foreign and not his own, but he brushed it off.