Lake Town welcomed a novelist.
He wasn't tall, the thick soles of his shoes (high heels) clearly meant to make him taller, even among the Black Feather Clan he was considered short.
But his rare black hair and black pupils (colored contact lenses), along with his youthful face untouched by hardship, and his well-educated and refined manner of speaking, combined with his slow, rhythmic gentlemanly stride (unaccustomed to these damned high heels), gave off a uniquely cultured vibe, which quickly won the affection of the local women hoping to wed.
"This is quite a cultured bird,"
Widow Ganna from the mill, watching his ever-peaceful demeanor (blindly), exclaimed sincerely.
And yet, this "cultured bird" was very principled, not like those city nobles who came to "hunt in the wild," very easily getting into a little something, then heartlessly leaving eggs and poor women behind.
"He's a sincere and good match."
