“Cozy,” Cal grunted, carrying an exhausted Claire through the door. The cottage was small and musty. It was a one-room shack with only two chairs and a single cot. A small workbench could be used as a table if need be, but it too was covered in an assortment of bottles and bowls of herbs and liquids. It was plain, small, and eerie. Something about the place made him feel uneasy.
Leishmann gestured towards the only cot in the cottage. Once Cal had tucked Claire into it, his eyes adjusted to the dark and he observed the shelves stocked with potions, skulls, and herbs.
“What is this place?”
“It is one of Teisha’s cottages.” Leishmann said, peeling off his riding gloves and knocking the dust from them against his thigh. Cal’s discomfort deepened and soured with a desperate sense
