Ezra glanced back at Johannes with a small frown, after that interaction with the Miraculum mage in the inn he was starting to wonder how in the hell the hunter had survived as long as he had.  Giving a shake of his head, he lifted his hand to make sure the hairpin was still there before letting out a soft sigh of relief when he caught the brush of cool metal.

Turning towards the exit of the town he gave pause when the two kids that Johannes had saved approached, lifting a brow at the girl’s request.  They weren’t mercenaries, why the hell did this girl assume that they would be leading them anywhere?  A faint frown pulled at his lips as he looked towards Johannes, awaiting his response to her request. 

 The scribe let out a rather audible sigh as the question turned on the girl’s brother, his own attention turned to scanning the crowd around them.  Unease prodded at Ezra’s mind and the dark-haired youth found himself watching for anyone paying a little too much attention to their small gathering.  The need to leave the outpost was steadily starting to build and he looked quickly towards Johannes and the twins. 

[i] “Let's go.  We can discuss his issues on the way if you are planning’ on leading them.  Cause if you are, sitting with em here in the middle of a burning down outpost probably ain’t the best way kick off your escort mission.” [/i]