Shandela clearly remembered that when she left the room, all the doors and windows were closed, naturally including the wardrobe door. She had not forgotten that this place belonged to the rebels; hiding her identity as a former member of the Kingdom Army and memorizing the appearance of her dwelling were basic skills.
Was someone hiding in the room?
No... impossible. She hadn't noticed anything unusual the moment she entered, and even a grandmaster or hero-level warrior wouldn't be able to avoid her sense of presence at such a close distance.
But the fact that the wardrobe wasn't closed properly... It was highly likely that someone had sneaked into the room after she had left.
Damn it, could her identity have been exposed?
Shandela gently set down the wine bottle, unfastened the cloth wrapped around her long sword, and took the hilt in her hand. The effects of the alcohol faded in an instant, and her eyes became as sharp as a cheetah about to leap.
