The cart rumbled to a stop in front of a large, weathered house. The evening sun cast long shadows across the crumbling paint, but the neat surroundings suggested care despite the building's age.
Gustavo leapt down first, his eyes darting around, assessing the area for any potential threats.
Satisfied with the apparent safety, he nodded to Blackthorn, who then carefully descended from the cart.
Approaching the door, Gustavo rapped his knuckles against the wood. Silence. He knocked again, more firmly this time.
"Coming!" a female voice called from inside. Footsteps approached, and the door creaked open.
A lady appeared, unmistakably one of Zafron's stepsister, her eyes widening at the sight of Gustavo's imposing figure. She had brown hair and brown eyes. On her she wore a white overall robe which she tied at the waist with a rope.