There is a peddler with an unusually large and well-built cart passing through this outskirt-village near Omashu.

It's far larger than most carts, for one thing, more similar in scale to Fire Nation tanks than a wheelbarrow. And the construction, if one looks closely, is not insignificantly metal painted to look like wood or stone in greens and browns.

And there's only one draft animal, a Fire Ox, when really for a vehicle this big you'd want more. And there's a smokestack.

The proprietor has opened up the side of the wagon where some wares are on display in a convenient fold-out shelf. Kitchenware, tools, ceramic containers, a few artsy sculptures and the odd fancy thing like a hand mirror or what is labelled as a beard trimmer.

He's sitting on a chair inside the wagon, reading a book.