He trudged through the inn with the sort of uncomfortably-fast steps that implied distress. He wasn’t even sure if his favorite innkeeper was still working, but he felt the urgency twisting his arm- an abstract as palpable as burning wrath or obliterating silence. He only broke his stride once, yelping audibly as he stubbed his elbow on an awkward corner.
Rom’s pitch would be oddly-specific, and perhaps it’d sound a bit far-fetched, but if Freehold would get anywhere without wining and dining more Immortals, this had to happen. The next step was breaking the news to Jade.