Rohaan wondered at the way the arm moved. It explained a lot about the boy's posture now that he knew. It wasn't that it looked like it weighed him down or anything, despite the fact that it seemed solid enough to mar the wood paneling a little. But now that Rohaan was looking for it, he did sort of hold it differently. Interesting. He was really curious to ask the lad more about it, but he would only do so in private. He might be lax about keeping himself hidden, but he would not out another man's secrets, not when he knew too well that secrets saved lives. 

Rohaan chuckled and shrugged at the boy's obvious shock. "I might be a bit crazy, I'll give you that. But that ain't the point. I ain't crazy when it comes to this." He shrugged again. "I might not go touting it in the streets, but chew on this for a bit, Xander...if someone overheard me just now, what do you expect them to do about it? I don't look armed, kid, but I assure you, I am. What can a man do against a bear? Have you ever seen a tiger's teeth? Can you or any of these men fly? I can. I'm not afraid of a pack of weary travelers." He said this nonchalantly with one elbow propped up on the table, gesturing with a fork. But he sighed and said as if somewhat resigned, "Aye, I'll meet you outside." 

It'd gone about as well as he'd expected it to. Xander didn't believe him. Rohaan had to remind himself that he had to undo an entire childhood of old wive's tales and scary fireside stories about wicked shifters and their sinister ways. It wouldn't happen overnight, and the man held out some hope that maybe by the time they were finished with their journey, Xander might actually come to believe him. 

After mopping up every last morsel on his plate, Rohaan turned his spoon up and went to pay the barman. The resident cat, who was perched nearby hissed and actually swatted at him before yowling and disappearing behind the counter. Even if no one else could tell what he was, the cat did. Animals always knew. Rohaan stepped outside and found Xander waiting there. "Erm...I suppose you walk, don't you? Damn. We ought to find you a horse..." The blonde sighed. "Horse thieving is a miserable affair. I'm an excellent burglar but horses have never liked me. They panic, or at best, make a fuss. Hard to be inconspicuous with a spooked horse...ah, we'll figure it out later. If we ever have to make haste all of a sudden, I'll see to it." He said this casually, like there was nothing odd about it. There really wasn't to him. He'd been a steed to carry someone before and he would do it again.

"So then, shall we? I'm ready when you are." He'd let Xander lead the way unless he had any particular recommendations, or if they got lost. It wasn't his mission, after all, and Xander was nearly a young man by some standards. Rohaan was happy to be the rear guard until things got dicey and a more aggressive approach was needed.