Shard directly pushed open the door and entered the stables, where the horses, previously restless due to the noise, calmed down immediately because of the scent Shard carried with him.
As soon as Shard walked in and the horses quieted, the two confronting men looked towards the door in surprise.
The faint moonlight only illuminated a small part of the stable's entrance, and the kerosene lamp hanging on the wall couldn't cast light on Shard's shaded face. His boots stepped on the dry hay laid on the ground as Shard casually placed the wine glass on the stone fence of the stable beside him:
"Isn't it quite rude to commit murder here?"
"You again?"
Ston Osenfort looked at him in astonishment:
"Why do I feel like I run into you wherever I go? Didn't I send a servant to tell you we'd agreed to meet tomorrow?"
"Yes, see you tomorrow, so what are you doing now?"
