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Zander paused and for once seriously looked at Cecil. His eyes took in the boy's body, his sudden nervousness to answering the question and he let out a soft sigh. "The only person who really understood me is dead. My ... birther, saw fit to kill them when she realized they had filled my head with ideals said birther would never agree with. I've been called cold and unforgiving when I am not at a bedside with a patient." He shrugged off the emotion this brought to him and kept his eyes on the vendor's stall he was looking at. "I understand little of everyone, and yet understand enough to know when someone isn't being fully honest. Nymira's --" When Cecil said he couldn't see Ethan anymore, he cursed under his breath and let the subject go. "What I am TRYING to tell you, is that I may not be the BEST at understanding, I am good at looking at something and seeing what's there." Again he shrugged and looked around the area. "He's ahead of us again..."
He picked up his pace and didn't say a word after he spoke to Cecil. He wanted to tell the boy if he truly felt uncomfortable talking to Zander, he would listen either way. Geoffrey was so much better at this, and part of him saw his younger self in Cecil. The uncertainty in every action. The need to prove he, Zander, could be useful. He missed them dearly, but instead of getting into what needed uncovered he pushed his thoughts back into the back ground again. For now, it was for the better.
Tilting his head and looking at Ethan, "Someone must know something and noticed more than just a large brute running with a small child craddled in his crooked arms..." He wanted to punch something, hard. He fought back that urge and searched around. "Who would we ask? Someone must have..." He trailed off. "A base, somewhere to lay low long enough for them to pass off the cargo" he spat out the word. "To someone who would take it to the auctions. They killed their accomplice, for what? A larger sum of money? I feel like we're MISSING something here... Like a piece to this puzzle that we are staring at but cannot seem to grasp. The fact Wyth was drugged would mean they have done this before, they know their targets."
Zander paced back and forth, thinking out loud as he muttered, "Which means a concerned mother would have went to the guard... If we go to them ourselves, would it help? Perhaps we could learn where they have conducted searches, exclude those places and head to places most likely to have said scum living and ... other nasty things."
Geoffrey stood there, shocked watching the two trade blows that seemed to always cut the air. Twice he went for his bow, but stopped himself when he realized he wouldn't have a proper shot. Not without hitting Nymira and he was more than sure she'd flay him alive for the friendly fire. He wasn't close enough to fully hear what the two were arguing about, but from the few days he knew the Dimuran he could only guess she had found a lead on retrieving Amune. Moving quickly and quietly closer he froze in step when Nymira and her "prey" stopped their dance and seemed to be talking in less harsh tones. He was sure of it when the princess turned and saw him. He grinned when he caught the frown on her face. He outright laughed when she asked why he was there.
"If ya didn' realize," he said through his laugh. "If un' o' those brute's got Amune, with that Moor Cat at 'er side, I wasn' gonna chance nothin'." He put the arrow back into his quiver on his back and looked at the cloaked figure and nodded to them. Grin still in place, he turned to Astra and tilted his head to the side. Definitely Ydran, he nodded to her. "Geoffrey." He didn't hold out his hand to shake, but kept them loose at his sides. He kept an eye on the beast beside her. "Amune's gonna luv that' une..." He grinned and followed after Nymira, standing a pace behind her and tilted slightly to keep Astra in his sights. "Take it this one recruited you?" Still the boulders in his mouth talking plainly.
He picked up his pace and didn't say a word after he spoke to Cecil. He wanted to tell the boy if he truly felt uncomfortable talking to Zander, he would listen either way. Geoffrey was so much better at this, and part of him saw his younger self in Cecil. The uncertainty in every action. The need to prove he, Zander, could be useful. He missed them dearly, but instead of getting into what needed uncovered he pushed his thoughts back into the back ground again. For now, it was for the better.
Tilting his head and looking at Ethan, "Someone must know something and noticed more than just a large brute running with a small child craddled in his crooked arms..." He wanted to punch something, hard. He fought back that urge and searched around. "Who would we ask? Someone must have..." He trailed off. "A base, somewhere to lay low long enough for them to pass off the cargo" he spat out the word. "To someone who would take it to the auctions. They killed their accomplice, for what? A larger sum of money? I feel like we're MISSING something here... Like a piece to this puzzle that we are staring at but cannot seem to grasp. The fact Wyth was drugged would mean they have done this before, they know their targets."
Zander paced back and forth, thinking out loud as he muttered, "Which means a concerned mother would have went to the guard... If we go to them ourselves, would it help? Perhaps we could learn where they have conducted searches, exclude those places and head to places most likely to have said scum living and ... other nasty things."
Geoffrey stood there, shocked watching the two trade blows that seemed to always cut the air. Twice he went for his bow, but stopped himself when he realized he wouldn't have a proper shot. Not without hitting Nymira and he was more than sure she'd flay him alive for the friendly fire. He wasn't close enough to fully hear what the two were arguing about, but from the few days he knew the Dimuran he could only guess she had found a lead on retrieving Amune. Moving quickly and quietly closer he froze in step when Nymira and her "prey" stopped their dance and seemed to be talking in less harsh tones. He was sure of it when the princess turned and saw him. He grinned when he caught the frown on her face. He outright laughed when she asked why he was there.
"If ya didn' realize," he said through his laugh. "If un' o' those brute's got Amune, with that Moor Cat at 'er side, I wasn' gonna chance nothin'." He put the arrow back into his quiver on his back and looked at the cloaked figure and nodded to them. Grin still in place, he turned to Astra and tilted his head to the side. Definitely Ydran, he nodded to her. "Geoffrey." He didn't hold out his hand to shake, but kept them loose at his sides. He kept an eye on the beast beside her. "Amune's gonna luv that' une..." He grinned and followed after Nymira, standing a pace behind her and tilted slightly to keep Astra in his sights. "Take it this one recruited you?" Still the boulders in his mouth talking plainly.
