Beside the swift river waters, small and large narrow sailboats and cargo ships with large heads were crowded in the harbor.
The gray-white sunlight fell equally on every passerby's shoulder and head in the azure sky.
The winter wind, slightly warmed by the sun, wantonly blew on the wooden sign engraved with a pointless mermaid next to the roadside tavern.
Between the swinging signs were ropes and festive banners hanging above the street, prepared to welcome the early December Winter Market and the late December Winter Festival.
Under the cross-hatched triangular flags, merchants and commoners passed by in twos and threes.
Norn people wearing thick fur hats, Falan people with fabric-decorated hair, nobles in tall hats, laborers in brimless hats, people flowed like threads, weaving through the streets.
The sun was scorching, causing people's backs to itch and burn. Just as they took off their coats, the cold wind started up again, making passersby sneeze repeatedly.
