With a deafening blast of its whistle, the massive steam train gradually slowed down, eventually coming to a halt amidst billowing smoke at the station platform.
Amidst the noisy chatter of fellow passengers, Elias, dressed in a light-colored casual suit, a soft felt hat on his head, and a gentleman's cane in hand, gracefully stepped off the train.
His entrance, along with two young and attractive companions, didn't fail to turn heads.
The weather in Brugge was sunny and bright.
Unlike the towering, air-tight buildings common in Saint Rose City, this place was filled with low-rise buildings typical of the southern coastal style, with their white walls and red tiles.
It was noon, and the whole city was bathed in a golden, warm hue.
Elias, accustomed to the gloomy and cloudy weather of Saint Rose City, found the sunshine particularly delightful, almost irresistibly inviting him to bask in its embrace.
