Rómenna in the shipping season is a unique sensory experience.
By unique she means that she would really prefer not to experience it again.
Too loud, too many noises that demanded your attention, too many smells from vendors packed along the street and from spices carted off in obscene quantities, too many people shoving and jostling and spitting on her - not deliberately, the streets are just that crowded - too much motion.
None of it ever ceases, either.
She is shoving her way through a bewildering alley of storage facilities and merchants and tenaments and general chaos when she runs into the stranger.
 
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