The moon is high in the sky, and the world is silent.
The lights in the inns of Brook Creek Town dim one by one, leaving only a lone light on the first floor and a few staff guarding the gate.
The young lad at the Great Oak Inn leans his head against the gray wall, drool dripping down the corner of his mouth.
When several shadows flashed past the window, even making a slight creaking sound.
The young lad just hummed twice in his sleep and continued wandering in his dreams.
"Very good." The leading Shadowless Man, Drake, climbed onto the eaves and hoisted himself to the roof. "We haven't alerted the guards at the door."
"How's the stable?" the second Demon Hunter, Stumuru from Golden Horn Bay, asked in a low voice.
Drake immediately puffed his cheeks and produced a few soft cricket chirps.
Soon, a responding cricket chirp came from nearby, indicating that the stable was under control and they could escape at any moment.
