Too slow

"What businesses do four young men and two fine girls have with the Phantom Thief?" A middle-aged merchant with blonde hair eyed us with suspicion, crossing his arms while sweeping his imaginary beard. "From the looks of it, the lots of you don't look like the types to hunt down criminals."

I could have sworn that I heard a loud gulp from beside me. How could we ever answer to that question? Should we just tell him outright that we were a group of descendants that aim to gain the people's trust by catching a thief? And then after that…. after that, we can freely find a way to stop the king of Kairos with the Flos people's support. 

My thoughts were interrupted by the neighing of the horse behind the merchant, along with Erion stepping not more than an inch forward to speak with the man.