Something caught the edge of my gaze, and I looked up at the wall we passed.
There was a carving of a face sticking out of the slabby rock.
‘What is that?’ I said, stopping in my surprise.
‘Hoffy Man,’ said Thalia.
‘The Hoffy Man,’ she repeated, coming to stand beside me. ‘You don’t know about that? Oh, you’re new here, aren’t you? I forgot. The Hoffy Man. He’s just a local nature god.’