🎀 Wisteria 🎀

First, Scipio's question was met with silence, but after a short time, the doors of the house began to open slowly again, and soon the barrel of a musket appeared, held by a man. He was aiming, of course, at the knight.
— Get off my land.

The knight teleports behind the man, draws one of his swords, and cleaves him right through the center of the head. No, Scipio grabs the musket with one hand and, with the other, draws his sword and manages to slash across the aggressor's belly as he lunges forward for his weapon. Asterius imagined several possible outcomes of the situation, including disarming him, but decided to resolve the matter peacefully. Why kill the poor fellow, who already has enough problems, and besides, it wouldn't benefit the knight, not to mention his brother and all the gold griffins.
— Alright, alright, I understand, buddy, — Scipio began to slowly back away from the door. — Apparently, you don't have that many problems if you refuse help. But in that case, don't mislead people and don't leave notices. Okay?
The knight didn't wait for an answer and left.

if anything, I'm going home. I could go get something to eat, or maybe tomorrow...