kingofthenorth | Welcome to Volantis

The first thing Robb noticed once arriving in Volantis, is the strong scent of the sea. It is almost stronger than the foul scent of waste and rubbish. The crowds were enormous, with traders, hagglers, and slaves all moving about at the harbor. Robb's prediction of their arrival was correct, it had only been 2 more days since he figured, and luckily his cold was mostly over. He had some lingering sniffling, but otherwise was stronger and healthier appearing than he was just a few days ago. He accredits a good portion of that to sleep, having slept longer hours than he was used to keeping, and tea Jeyne had made for him.

Eyes wide, he's look around them as he hoisted their small satchel with their things further up his shoulder as they moved away from the boat. "There's so many people." He commented, having to force himself through the crowd, a hand tightly holding onto Jeyne's to assure that they won't be separated. "Let's find some food, first."

He had grown accustomed to seafood, though the ideas of fresh fruit appealed to him more at this time, hoping they could find some local farmers, selling their goods.

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Jeyne held tightly to Robb's hand, completely overwhelmed by the throngs of people. She feared they would be recognized even though she'd put her hair back so that it looked much shorter than it actually was. Robb's curls were beginning to return and as much as she loved them, she would have to cut them off again.

"Someplace quiet, if we can find it." Perhaps they could buy something to eat and take it with them into an alley or an inn, where they could hide in a dark corner. Volantis was much busier than Braavos, and the bravery and strength she'd found on the boat quickly disappeared amongst the bustle.

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