Without giving it much thought, Violet believed it was necessary to meet this so-called information broker.
So under these circumstances, she took her seat and began slowly tasting the drink before her.
As her drink neared half-empty, she listened to the idle chatter of the people around her, and began to feel sleepy.
Just when she figured that the guy might not show up tonight.
A man, dressed in an unusually extravagant and flamboyant outfit, appeared at the entrance of the tavern.
At first glance, almost everyone was charmed and left with a strong impression.
His posture was incredibly eye-catching and attention-grabbing.
One glance was all it took to remember him, one glance was all it took to understand what kind of man stood before them.
The clothes he wore were extraordinarily rich, dazzling to the eye.
Concealing nothing, he matched red and sombre purple on his coat, and draped over it was a short cloak.
This short cloak appeared to be made from gorgeous fawn skin.
