Their halfway-point is Shallowbrook, a “quaint farming community with a lovely B&B,” says Cass’s tourbook. The B&B turns out to be a tavern called The Rotted Tooth. The community consists of four shacks.
Cinder finds a spot in the hills, and promises not to sneak away with livestock. Cass dresses down – nobody wants an adventurer staying in their inn – and makes her way down, the statue in a sling under her arm.
The Tooth has eight hairy customers, and a wart-covered keeper. Everything smells of feet.
This, thinks Cass, is the worst part of the whole gig.