Entering the smaller city had been fun, Geoffrey called out hello's to almost everyone they passed in the streets out this late. To pointing out the bath house which Nymira seemed to steer them towards without asking for directions. He grinned as Ethan seemed to return to the waking world which sped them up just a little.
Horses stabled. Bathhouse fun time over with and here they sat in a tavern waiting for a meal that Geoffrey had not even tried to talk them out of. One of the finer tavern's since the Silver Coffer only had beds not a dining area or a bar area. More of a rustic inn for travelers heading towards some of the bigger cities in the area. He leaned back in his chair, arms stretched out over his head as he loosened muscles in his back. He had ordered a sweeter ale for himself, and red wine for Zander knowing the healer who was taking his time in the bathhouse would appreciate it.
Zander bathed after the others had left, and fewer still were in the bathing area itself. He scrubbed at the scab on his chest with vigor. It bleed slowly but from the lack of using his magic from this morning, his healing sped up faster. It was the only thing that kept him moving most times he was in a scuffle. Drying and heading towards the group he kept his eyes open for anything out of place.
He rolled his eyes as Zander heard Ethan whining about wanting food. He sat, sniffed his wine, took a sip and swallowed. He turned slightly in his seat to keep an eye on everyone and the patrons in the tavern to see who was doing what. He watched Cecil pick at his nails from the way he was positioned. At least that's what it looked like from this angle. As Nymira asked her question to Geoffrey, Zander tilted his head and looked at Geoffrey.
"Leaving already," Zander spoke softly casting his eyes away from the table and took another sip of the wine. Geoffrey finished stretching, smacked Zander lightly upside the head and looked at Nymira seriously.
"Keep it. Let me continue. My mother wants me to stay away from town for time being since this one was loud with his presence," Geoffrey let a grin slide on his face and leaned back rocking his chair on it's back legs. "If that's alright with you, of course." He placed his tankard back on the table as he rocked waiting for the food. He made sure he spoke without his normal slang so there wouldn't be any confusion.
Zander sipped at his wine as Amuné spoke her story. That wasn't how the Church told it, than again he didn't pay much attention to the other stories about the Saints. Geoffrey was enthralled enough with a new tale to tell, that he couldn't help but let out a soft snort as Amuné finished her tale.
"Sad indeed," Geoffrey said with a side glance at Zander. "I don't think I've 'eard that un before." Zander shrugged and kept his eyes away from those at the table. This had to be the interlude, the small moment before they all headed out.
Letting out a sigh, Geoffrey leaned back again in his chair, "So besides tales of constellations. Wha else ya got in dat 'ead of yers?"
"Honeslty Geoffrey..." Zander sighed and set down the half empty glass down. "So what brought you all together? I've been wondering that since that office visit from her majesty."
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