You run across the hall in a sprint, dashing past the majority of people.
You notice them shift and materialize in front of you. You run in a slalom around them, dodging, feigning and out pacing them.
The hall has become silent apart from inconsistent whispers from every corner. Shadows dance and pulse around you.
Even at your fastest, the dinning hall guests materialize in front of you and creates walls of flesh where ever you go.
Winded, you stop. Once you’ve gathered yourself you walk to towards the Jarl.