"This place is cursed." She called back an answer just as casually as the stranger had asked. Abigaíl tapped her fingers idly on the bark of the tree, with her other resting on the hip near her sword. The men who had attacked him were definitely unconscious, but more peacefully than if he'd simply knocked them out. They would probably be dead before long, if left as they were.
"The home's booby trapped. It kills anyone who so much as steps foot on the doorstep." If it were any other home in the Rukongai, she might've left then and there to pursue her own amusement elsewhere. However, this home was special, and notorious to anyone familiar with the area. She'd lost a lot of good men to its machinations in her time.
"If I may..." She left the comfort of the not-so-distant tree and approached the stranger and his menagerie of would-be attackers, stopping just shy of sword's reach from the man in exquisite dress. Her finger gestured where his attention should be as she explained, "Just the outside is armed with an endless supply of poison darts. You can see the places where the paint's been disturbed, when they've been triggered."
After her explanation, she stooped over and sharply grabbed two of the men under their arms, and dragged them to the shade underneath the tree. By herself, it would only take three trips to get them to relative safety.
"If you can get past those, there's an axe set up behind the door. Pretty gruesome, considering the poisons outside. I can't say for anything else." It was a few seconds before she'd remembered the last trap she knew of, "Oh, and don't touch the windows. There's some spell on them, or something. Makes you very sick before killing you."
Finally satisfied that noone would approach the home thinking to aid the five slumbering men, she turned and clasped her hands together in anticipation. "So, how are we getting in?" She'd tried for a hundred years to break into the home in the old days, after all, and it was a particularly sore thought that she'd never succeeded.