Dust

You sprinted out towards the entrance as fast as you could, you kept pushing your legs one after the other despite your chest burning and your heart looking to pound its way out of your chest. You sprinted all the way out the entrance and up the first hill that overlooks the road to the main road perpendicular to you. You stand there for more time than you should have, holding on to hope you know that there wasn't.

With your head hanging down, you make your way back to the Trade'er Inn.