Xavier glances over his shoulder, a bit nervous, before reaching into his wallet and pulling out a bill. A thousand. It's clear that the man makes more than enough money.<br/><br/>"Listen, don't worry about the whys. You don't owe me anything, you don't need to even remember it was me that gave this to you. This will get you by for a few weeks in terms of food and fuel, if you spend it right. If you still are in the same crisis after that runs out, then slip a note under my door, and there will a thousand more in your mail box. After that, it's your own problem."<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath, after giving the instructions, he looks at the two of them. "Look, someone's going to get mighty suspicious if they see me doing this, so I want it kept a secret. And . . .and I don't want to see any more slaves than I have to. Especially not my own bloody neighbors."<br/><br/>He takes a step back from the door, bowing softly. "G'Night."