Nowaru

The stranger led the beggar to his home – a luxurious mansion, at the door of which stood two guards armed with swords, shields, and protected by armor. - Well then, let's go inside. He opened the door and invited Hanelion in.

"You, esteemed observers, are probably tense, aren't you? Maybe you're smirking, maybe not, but you're definitely expecting some kind of trap? Oh, I too am a little uneasy about this strange, awkward pause. It seems, why exactly now, here we were walking, and now this gentleman is inviting me inside and waiting for something! Oh, who should I fear more – a trick from every side, that someone will offend the poor, defenseless old man, or your mocking gaze? Perhaps the latter, perhaps the latter..."
-- Oh, -- Hanelion pretended he hadn't expected such great wealth. -- This feels wrong somehow... I myself once lived in a place like this. Do you have any idea how much dirt I'll bring onto your carpets? Well, if you insist... -- the wizard entered inside, following his benefactor.