He didn't react to each he found, simply moving each one to the houses designated to hold them until tomorrow, and placed them beside the others. He moved slowly, checking each possible hiding spot he could find, and finding many more than he honestly had expected, all of them but one empty, the occupied one containing a child that had bled out, hiding from the bandits, an arrow buried in his chest, the blood from the mouth indicating that it had hit a lung, drowning the child in their own blood.<br/><br/>The house he was in was the next to last one, checking the cellar before moving to the last house, and he whirled, his hands instinctively moving to a guard position, idly noting he hadn't forgotten as much from his unarmed classes as he thought he had. He frowned, before realizing the form had been far larger than an animal, at least he thought so, only spotting it from the corner of his eye made it hard to tell. He pulled out a loaf of bread and a canteen, ripping a piece from the middle of the bread, and then making a show of unscrewing the plastic canteen's top, and taking a long pull from it, and then carefully placing them on the bench by the door. He then turned and walked out, before heading back to the mage. He whistled loudly, letting them know it was him, before he knocked on the door, and then entered. "I think I saw a survivor in the last house toward the plains, right side. In the cellar, I left a loaf of bread I had found and my canteen on the bench by the door, didn't want to scare them. Can someone else go check, someone they would trust? It looked about child sized."