Morgana listened to what the man had to say and let out a chuckle at his confidence. "All we do, is keeping ourselves safe. If we had bad intentions, we could've robbed and killed you already, but I would consider my companions and me to be the friendly kind of witches." She started, pausing for a moment and giving the blonde witch a brief nod.
At that, Ambrosia drew the sword she was carrying with her and pressed the point against the man's chest, still as quiet as she had been before. "Though as much as I hate it, witches are having a difficult time right now, so some measures must be taken to keep ourselves safe. My friend here could make your death look like nothing more than an ordinary murder with just one swing of her blade, and the knights you give so much praise will have no clue that it was the doing of a witch. So, if you decide to become a threat of any kind to us, we will do what is needed, but if you treat us in a just way, you have nothing to fear." Morgana continued. When she was done speaking, the blonde witch put her sword back in it sheathe again, seeming to currently have no intention of causing any harm to the man.
While the others were busy negotiating with the farmhand, if it could be called that, Willow had turned her attention back to her hurt companion, using a spell to take care of her legs. Regardless of how all of this would end, the witch would have to be able to walk decently again. And as long as the other three were busy with the man, she had the time to do the exact thing she had planned to do before this stranger stumbled upon them.