The duo made record time, the forest practically parting for them under Maddy's silent command. Soon, the towering stone walls of Prometha loomed ahead. They bypassed the crowds at the main gate, Johnn's pace quickening with every step until they reached the familiar, weathered wood of the client's inn.
Johnn kicked the door open with a grin that could light up the room.
"We got it! We actually—"
"Did you get it?!"
The innkeeper didn't even let him finish. He scrambled over the serving counter, nearly tripping over a stool in his desperation. His eyes were bloodshot, his clothes wrinkled as if he hadn't slept since they left.
He grabbed Johnn by the shoulders, shaking him slightly.
"The Bloom! Is it real? Is it true? Please, tell me you aren't joking! Please, tell me the legends were right!"
"Whoa, hey! Actually, that's what I was about to say, but—" Johnn started, trying to pry the man's iron grip off his armor.
