Winters simply drew his sword-wand and flipped the door latch open.
Three of them walked into the workshop courtyard, and a sleepy-eyed, brown-haired young man emerged from the tightly shut workshop.
Seeing Winters holding the sword-wand, the brown-haired young man's sleepiness dissipated significantly: "Who are you? What do you want?"
Winters sheathed his sword-wand and habitually inspected the surroundings before asking: "How so, not doing business now?"
"Business? Oh! Are you looking to buy horse gear?" The brown-haired young man quickly removed the workshop's door plank, eagerly conversing: "Saddles? Stirrups? We have everything here. Or do you need repairs?"
"I want to have a look at carriages, the ones for riding." Winters was concise.
This was a big business deal! The brown-haired young man thought, becoming even more enthusiastic. He swiftly dismantled the door plank and called loudly towards the inside: "Klaus! Go wake the old man up!"
