Giltwith narrowed his crimson eyes, unsheathing the massive sword from behind his back and stepping forward. Then, realizing that this would only serve to rile up the citizens watching in the area, he placed his weapon back but still kept his guard up. If it really came down to a battle in this area, he could always use magic.

Walking around the house on closer inspection, the Knight found that some lights were turned on deeper within the structure. Circling back, he approached the front door and gave it a light knock. 

Inside the very same house, Kiara shrugged shyly, not really wanting to get into details. Explaining that particular little event would take some time to do.

“See, it’s a bit more complicated than people are usually ready for. How about we get some rest-”

At that moment a knock echoed off from the front door. Raising an eyebrow, Kiara glanced over at her house host.

“You expecting someone this late Trixie?”