Kirsi raised her eyebrows in surprise. “What you are owed? There must be a misunderstanding here.” 
She could feel her heart beating in her throat. Even though she knew, people calling her a witch in front of her, spitting it out as if it was some disease, still hurt. It made her want to either shut the door in his face or curse him as a wicked witch was supposed to do. Instead she took a deep breath and continued in a calm voice. 
“His lordship has only given me the assignment this morning and details about the wished product would arrive later. I expected you were here to give those criteria. You surely understand that a gift to our ladyship is not to be a pre-made, anonymous trinket.” 
As she dared to look the servant in his eyes, she wrapped her shawl a little tighter around her. The chilly draft would be uncomfortable for her guest and keeping the man standing outside for too long would look bad on her business. Yet letting the man in might have an even worse outcome. The man did not give her time to ponder over it much longer. With a surprisingly strong arm he shoved her aside and let himself in. 
“So this is how the witch lives..” He murmured to himself as he looked around. Kirsi came in behind him, clearly annoyed and closed the door. 
“Sir, I must ask you to please” But there was no chance to finish what she was to say, for he was already pointing accusingly at her. “You whore. You filthy whore.” There was a certain amusement to his voice as he looked at Ali. “Taking a job on the side are you? Extorting us with these useless trifles isn’t enough?” 
She clenched her fists, but this time her calmness had left, her voice coming out trembling with anger. “How dare you. Don’t you have eyes in that withered skull of yours? The man has been attacked and is clearly wounded. He needs his rest to recover.”
“And what a rest that must be.” The man added with a smirk on his face.