Nicholas
Velásquez Alarcón
Sol, Terresol

"I can understand that, While I may never have to use survival, I have practiced in preparation of when the day may come. Mostly in self defense... Actually when I think about only in self-defense, Nether the less, I understand." He said. "Besides. I've been alone alot of my life as well. After all, everyone my adopted family seems to dimwits." He muttered.

"So, I guess if you really are giving food and water, You wouldn't mind me checking your bag? I understand you may object, But I want to make fully sure your not just a con-artist trying to use this Plauge as a cover. I hope you understand." He said. Hoping to use the *"Nothing to hide"* Argument on them.
Anna
Greyden Smythe 
Sol, Terresol 

Greyden opened up one of the saddle bags, showing off provisions. He truly did have food and certainly more than enough. 

"I make sure to get items that have more shelf life. Some people have specific requests and I get it." He said and smiled. 

He then closed it and patted his horse on the side. "Nothing to hide."
Nicholas
Velásquez Alarcón
Sol, Terresol

Velásquez nodded slowly. They had no more reason for botherthing this man. "I guess you do have nothing to hide, Thank you for that. Still, Just in case. I will be very careful to keep an eye on you." He said calmly. Keeping eye contact.

"Stay safe" He said, smiling at them. He turned around and walked off. Of course he would still watch them. But seriously? A Swordfighter like him? Being reduced to nothing more than a spy? Unlikely.

He went off to do something different... Why did he leave the house again?