"Is this really important?" Ariana asked, crossing her arms as she watched Adrian put up a barrier around the mansion. The faint hum of mana spread through the air as thin layers of light coated the walls, slowly blending the house into its surroundings.
The noise from him clearing the backyard—removing the campfire, dragging benches aside—was enough to wake most of the others. Though, not everyone. Annabelle, true to her nature, slept through the racket. Once she was out, not even a thunderstorm could stir her.
"Yes, it is," Adrian said firmly, setting another disk-shaped artifact along the fence. "There are no dwarves left alive on this planet. Her presence will definitely attract attention."
Jean rubbed her eyes, still half-asleep. "But if she's a dwarf, how would anyone even notice? It's the middle of the night."
Her question wasn't wrong. The villa sat at the far edge of town, wrapped in silence. Not a single soul wandered the streets this late.
