Herr Meyer has no wish to have anyone in the party to prove their word. He has already asked the party to get off his land. He continues to hold two hammers by their necks, expectant that the party will follow his instructions.
The afternoon has worn on some. The sun stands past the zenith, and the temperature has risen to full summer. While it may be moderately cool under the trees, out here on the meadow one can feel the sun hot on one's shoulders, and sweat rising under one's clothes in the mild humidity.
Crickets buzz. The stream continues to bubble, the water wheel continues to roll and creak.