Wyatt steered the cart in the direction Asher indicated, and before long, they rolled right into the central hub of The Moon's Fork. The contrast was stark, the place was practically bursting with life compared to their quiet village. Back in Lunaris Vale, just scraping together enough for an ox cart was a minor miracle, let alone a horse-drawn carriage. Here, you could not go a few hundred meters without a carriage clattering past on the cobblestones.
Ox carts were everywhere, of course, with some opulent enough to be hauled by a pair of beasts. It was quite the show of wealth.
As they ventured deeper into the district, the vibrant clamor of the crowds and the grinding of wooden wheels against the stone pavement stirred the two Omegas. Neither had been in a deep slumber anyway, as sleeping in a jostling cart was a restless affair at best. The sudden swell of voices and the sharp cries of street vendors were more than enough to rouse them.
