Vashar City was already awake, and the morning streets were filled with the usual noise of trade. Carts moved over uneven stone roads, merchants shouted prices, and beasts growled as they pulled wagons filled with goods.
Simon walked slowly, and it was the first time in three weeks that he had walked for this long.
That alone made Sonya glance at him more than once.
Akaza also took glances at him, but after seeing that Simon was not trembling or finding it difficult to walk, he focused on their destination.
The place they were heading to was near the eastern gate of Vashar City. It was not exactly a station, and it was not exactly a market either. It was a large open yard where drivers, caravan leaders, beast handlers, and travelers gathered.
Rows of carriages stood beneath wooden shelters.
Some were simple wooden carts.
Some were covered wagons.
Some were reinforced beast carriages with iron plates and thick wheels.
