Tobias turned the horse and cart around, which wasn't easy in the street the were in. Though it was a wealthier area with fewer, grander houses, spaced out, there was pavement, and the cart bumped as they moved over it in the turning. But Tobias drove them back into town. "Okay, which way?" At this rate, he was going to be back by midnight. He hated traveling across the moors in the dark, and he hated returning late anyway, since he had to get up early again in the morning. He hated his life.