A shame. Although we may have started off on the wrong foot, I can see that you are not a dangerous person. At least, I do not think so.

[Every alarm bell would have gone off in Astralin's head, if he was dangerous. Not that it wasn't before -- but he could at least tell that was his anxiety and paranoia. But still, he tries to cheer up the other man with a faint, light smile that slowly crosses his lips. His cloak somewhat hiding his expression, but it is visible enough to see if one is paying attention. A smile for strangers is quite the rarity if they didn't humor him first.]

Ah -- yes, my scythe. It has a multi-purpose use... I use it to cut grass, shrubs, bushes when I am tending to the farmlands back home. On the other hand, we are at war at the moment, so it is not uncommon for it to be used as a weapon. I suppose I have killed many assassins with my trusty tool.

[If they weren't carrying sacks of flour on their shoulders, Astralin would have offered to show him the weapon, and how to use it in person, but alas. Time and place, and he continues to walk toward the village. Luckily, not far from their destination now, having followed some of the workers during their trek from the windmill and to the village.]

And you? Do you have a weapon of sorts?