Nieah groaned quietly from her side of the carriage.
"Children in noble clothing," she muttered under her breath, returning her gaze to the passing scenery as though the trees were far less exhausting company.
When they finally reached their destination, the carriage slowed to a stop along a neat cobblestone street.
The air was alive with the sound of chatter and the clatter of wagon wheels. Shops lined both sides of the street, their open fronts displaying bolts of fabric and hanging trinkets.
As soon as the door swung open, Nieah stepped out first, clutching her coin purse.
"I'll just be a moment," she said quickly, not waiting for a reply before hurrying toward a linen shop across the street, skirts brushing against her ankles as she disappeared into the flow of people.
Ragnar descended next, his boots striking the cobblestone with a muted thud. He turned back toward the carriage and extended his hand to Circe.
