The next day, after Vanilla finally tried out The Very Essense of Fantasy, Rowie and she went to the storehouse near the swamps where she got information about the banshee that took her life at the start of her adventure.
And she chose well. For some reason or another, that center of supplies was always a good place to learn about the rumors of the town.
Rowie kept silent on her backpack, with his head out. Even if they didn't allow dogs they would have not noticed him right there. She sat at the right end of the bar, drinking her second bottle of cola soda and faking to read a newspaper.
"What do you mean? That cemetery has always been strange. Mothers tell their children to don't get close alone." The bartender of ginger beards spoke behind his bar.
