Anette was dumbfounded at the carelessness of this group.
Well, it wasn't as if they took any precautions from the start. It wasn't anything unexpected but, it was exactly that sloppy carelessness that put her mind ill at ease.
They wouldn't be hiding this far away in some valley cave if it was something they could expose.
With that thought, the air around Anette changed. She manipulated her aura so that her presence disappeared or rather, merged with the surroundings. Her steps became light as a feather and her body slowly merged with the shadows.
Any average human would not see her despite her being right before them.
This was an assassination art she learned in the path of mastering the sword. A basic convenient shadow art.
With great nimbleness, she splinted into the crack of the gate. There was no issue with the entrance or a trap at the gate either. This made her plan to escape at any sign of danger seem paranoid.