Claudius shifted nervously in his wagon. He hadn't moved out of the wagon yet. He hadn't wanted to, though now he occassionally sat in the open door in the evening and watched the world of the circus. He could hear the noises of the city over the usual hustle and bustle. There were the familiar voices of Vald with Tim and Tam as well as Vlad's brother as they tried to sort out the wagons. Beyond them were other wagons, and the smell of food drifted toward him from the distant chuck wagon. Whether or not anything was cooking, the wagon always smelled of food.
He stood slowly, almost managing to get fully straight, and wrapped one thin hand around the bars of his cage. Even though the tarp hung down blocking his view, he stared toward the city.
