[ That's a curious tidbit about protecting territory, and Claude turns it over in his mind for a couple moments. It's not unlike what might've been said at a war council - nobles forever arguing over territories, their defenses, and what would benefit them - but he has the distinct sense that's not at all what this man means. Mostly because while there's a military presence in the Free Cities, the constant murmur of threats and what they could bring... this is still distinctly a farm. A peaceful one, from the looks of it, and somewhere someone's chosen to create to bring a little bit of serenity to themselves. At least here it won't be at peril.

But that's neither here nor there, so he just offers a nod and approaches closer to peer what he's being told about the truck. At the end of it he glances up, this time with an amused expression. ]

I stand out that much, do I? [ A joke meant totally at his own expense since wandering around's taught him as much. ] You're right though, we don't have these where I'm from. We're more of a... wagons, pegasi, and wyverns type of transportation place. But I'm guessing maybe you don't have those either? Well, outside of the wagons part.

[ On second thought, and with one more noting of the truck's features - he turns back to look at the other man with a grin. ]

Then again, I'm guessing this makes a way better wagon if it doesn't take a million months to get anywhere.