Abbertus had a thin barrier around his home. If the barrier collided with other magic, the person coming in would not know they had hit anything, but Abbertus knew immediately that someone had entered his territory.
So Abbertus immediately opened his eyes and turned his head to the window. He noticed that it was still early morning. The sun would be up in a few hours. "Who came without such news?" Abbertus complained, moving slowly to the edge of the bed.
He planted his feet on the floor, tied his sleeping robe tightly, and walked to the exit. He did not call for a servant, for this person did not seem worthy of welcome. Abbertus' footsteps echoed in the darkness. He paused in case someone woke up and wandered into the hallway. Sometimes servants did that to blackmail their masters. But there was no one around at the moment.
"Abbertus!"
