Cass

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.

Figures.

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.

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