The sun was directly overhead, casting minimal shadows, as Emery and Gwen approached Rome City after their long trek from the port. The golden hue of midday shone down, making the cobblestones under their feet glisten, and highlighting the details of the great city walls that lay before them.
The sight was one of diversity and movement. Throngs of people bustled about, their numbers swelling the streets and plazas. From the regal Persians in their fine silk robes to the nomads from the distant East with their unique headgear, the city was a tableau of human variety. The clamor of multiple languages created a cacophony, with merchants haggling, children laughing, and the general din of a lively metropolis.
Surprisingly, the crowd that was forming was just at the western gate. The flags of countless nations and cities fluttered in the breeze, marking the entries to the north and east gates, hinting at the vastness and influence of Rome.
