Nowaru

Adilika heard the man on the other side of the wall first open the curtains to look at the visitor, and then reluctantly shuffle towards the door.
When the owner of the house came out to her, the bandit saw a young man, about twenty years old, with long, disheveled hair and tired eyes. He said nothing and looked at the guest questioningly, clearly expecting the package.

-Oh, I'm sorry to have disturbed you," Adilika chirped in an apologetic voice, carefully handing the young man the rifle wrapped in cloth. "Here, take it; it's hard for me to carry this around all day. That will be n and ten percent for delivery! Do you have a pen to sign for receipt? We accept payment in any way possible, including gold and silver! By the way, we offer discounts to regular customers. Would you like to know about our current promotions?" At the same time, the bandit waited for the owner to be sufficiently distracted by the stream of information, or to be surprised by the received package, or to try to take at least one step back towards the door, so that she could press the blade of her knife against his stomach, giving him no time to think, and carefully push him into the house.