The way into Etinstone teemed with traffic going and coming: merchants carrying their wares, tradesmen clanking with their tools, farmers carting produce to market, travelers seeking shelter, soldiers being idle, thralls running errands, citizens milling about, horses waiting in the competition for space, dogs weaving their way underfoot, children playing and crying, and beggars of every age looking for a sympathetic face in the massive huddle crowding together.
