Geoffrey helped Zander to his feet and laughed when Wyth almost knocked him right back over. He wasn't sure himself on what Zander had planned but kept his body blocking as much as he could on the other side. He wanted to scold Zander but Nymira had beaten him too it. Deciding to leave it at that, he walked along with the group, a steadying hand on Zander's shoulder as the Muran seemed to be blowing on the red mark on his arm near where he had jabbed the dart and where Wyth had given him the warning bite.

"Blowin' on it ain't gonna help it none," Geoffrey pointed out grin firmly in place. His own worry was slowly gaining a hold on him. "So what made ya leave both of 'em to go back to da inn?"

Zander rolled his eyes, "I was taught when you have very little to say, it's best to keep ones mouth firmly shut." He shrugged off Geoffrey's hand and watched as Ethan searched the body. When the guards basically shooed them away and an elderly woman had given them better directions, Zander tilted his head to the side.

"Why did she not stop them or call the guards," Zander asked aloud. "If she had a feeling the man who took off with the br-- Amune, why not call for the guard herself?" He stopped himself from calling Amune brat again. Looking over to Cecil who didn't seem to know what to do he felt much the same. He had no skills in this area besides healing injuries. Unconciously he patted Wyth's large head between the ears and looked around.

Geoffrey was speaking to Nymira but his eyes kept scanning the surrounding area.

"Not much in warehouses no," Geoffrey seemed to be a little belayed on his response. "Enough of the houses though wouldn't let someone who ain't doin' good through their way. 'opefully they didn' head onwards. Make it 'arder to track the little princess down. Speaking of trouble along the road." He walked up to Nymira and held out her daggers. "Just in case, ya?"