Yann exploded from the tavern, the swing door slamming behind him with a hiss of protesting hinges. Two minutes. Adam couldn't have gone far in two minutes. Couldn't have ruined everything. At least, he hoped that wasn't enough time to create irreparable troubles, or he could kiss his collaboration goodbye. No, it was much worse.
Adam's parting threat echoed in his skull - they shared a name now. Shared consequences. And if the capital nobles caught wind... No fake name and bloodline would save him from that storm.
Jaw clenched, he grabbed a passerby by the collar, stunning him with a bark. "Did you see a hooded teenager pass by?"
Even now, he couldn't understand Adam's outburst. He could have negotiated with the minstrel if the price had dissatisfied him this much. Threats didn't help, not in front of a curious spy. Fortunately, he doubted the flautist would risk investigating Adam after his power move unless offered a hefty commission and an official mission.
