The thought of erasing all of that knowledge off the walls himself filled Jackson with such a sense of dread that he immediately shoved that down where he couldn't feel it, too. "I'mma get outta here before I scare somebody off, and let the inn do its thing cleanin' all this up," he answered, something a little forced in his casualness.

Whatever books he had in his hands were the ones he would be leaving with. Now. Ambling along like he wasn't running away, but he was.