â€œWhat is it?â€ After they had finally gone upstairs she heard Balthazar make a sound of dread as he went over the map. She had been setting up her blanket, plus Balâ€™s, and the only pillow that was on the bed for him on the ground. She tried to make sure he would be comfortable and was glad that the traveling blankets were thick and soft. She was sure they would keep him warm. When she was finished she looked over the map at and the spot he was pointing to. She paled a little, â€œIsnâ€™t that where all the stories about unholy creatures residing there? You know the type that eats children and woman.â€ She looked a little annoyed by that, â€œNever understood why it would eat young boys but not older ones but all woman were on the menu.â€ She walked past him and over to the small stone hearth that was supposed to keep the drafty room warm. She had gotten a lot of coal and knew if she kept it stocked that it would keep the room warm. Balthazarâ€™s â€˜bedâ€™ was close to it but hers was the farthest, â€œCould you help me move the bed closer to the fire. Itâ€™s kind of cold in here.â€ She shivered as a cold wind moved around her ankles. All she wanted to do was curl up on the bed by the fire and sleep for days.