Almost. But not quite.
“I thought you said you were taking a break from work,” Zorian pointed out.
“Shut up,” Daimen responded. “You know what I mean.”
“He’s ‘working’ with his fiancée,” said Zach with a lecherous smile on his face. “I’m sure it’s hard, physical labor.”
Daimen muttered something about teenagers but otherwise didn’t comment on Zach’s assertion.
“Do we need to leave the Taramatula estate for this?” Daimen asked. “If you end up causing another scene by triggering the defensive wards or something, I’ll be pretty cross with you.”
Zorian hummed thoughtfully.
Most wards were not made with detecting gate creation in mind, but one could never know for sure what an unknown warding scheme would react to. Not without launching into an extensive analysis of the wards themselves,
