With a loud "bang," the door slammed shut heavily behind him.
The Knight prototype who, a second ago, was in control, was instantly frightened out of his wits, letting out a pig-slaughtering scream.
"Don't kill me! The money is in the drawer in the study, there's probably two hundred silver pounds, feel free to take it!"
A hand wearing a leather glove covered his mouth, stopping the plea that was about to spill out.
"Quiet, Mr. Newcastle, we beg you."
The man standing on the left lowered his voice and took off the low-pressed felt hat on his head, revealing a weathered face with resolute eyes.
"We are not robbers, nor are we mobs. My name is Bal, I am a stone mason. His name is Nate, and he's also a stone mason."
Newcastle's terrified gaze flickered twice, confirming the others had no intention of pulling out knives, and only then signaled them to release him.
