@mischiefmodig
there was nothing as suspicious in this world than people who seemingly wanted nothing in return for their favours. the bigger the favour, the bigger the catch. so naturally, seemingly being provided with a residence no strings attached, had chilchuck filled with a ton of unease as he approached said residence. no way in hell this was going to be as easy as it was made sound.
although not a fighter by nature, the way he had been rid of what little means he did have to defend himself, his trusty bow and arrows replaced with mockery also served to unnerve him. this could far too easily contain some form of trial by means of deeming him worthy or some shit like that. careful glance examined the door and lock. the only thing out of the ordinary was faint sounds of movement within. an ambush? then they'd picked the wrong person to mess with.
guided by the sound to avoid being spottet, he made a mental layout of the premises based on observation through the windows and guesswork about his blind spots. if he was careful and with the right timing, he would be able to sneak straight into the kitchen to procure some form of weapon. whatever form his enemy might bear, it didn't sound overwhelmingly big, so as long as the kitchen had a decent array of utensils he could probably get enough of an upper hand to make better observations. a deep inhale. he could do this.
taking off his shoes in advance, chilchuck twisted the key carefully and made sure to unlock the door with as little sound as humanly possible. guided by the audible sounds of pacing, he peeked through a crack he opened to the living room. a male tall-man. longer black hair, kind of like shuro. hopefully not the same fighting skills as shuro or this would be over before he could blink. it was now or never whilst the guy still had his back turned. with quick movements experienced in stealth, chilchuck went straight for the most likely place he could think to find a kitchen knife, and positioning himself strategically peeking out from the side of the counter, he let his presence be known.
"who are you and what are you doing here?" he made sure to hold the knife visible for threats, but still with a grip needed to be able to toss it at a moment's notice. "don't try anything funny. i won't miss."