[Rose makes her way to the room, making note of every detail that she can. True, she didn’t trust the innkeeper as far as she could throw him, but this went beyond that.]
[If her usual expression is one of general annoyance, this is closer to a silent alarm. She can feel the hairs on the back of her arm sticking up.]
Yes, but can you feel it? Something is wrong here. The aether feels—
[Before Rose can finish, there’s a shrill scream from the room next door.]
no subject
[If her usual expression is one of general annoyance, this is closer to a silent alarm. She can feel the hairs on the back of her arm sticking up.]
Yes, but can you feel it? Something is wrong here. The aether feels—
[Before Rose can finish, there’s a shrill scream from the room next door.]