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The three-story building with its two courtyards was shrouded in fog, and indistinct creaking sounds emanated from within. The golden characters "Welcoming Guests and Sending Off" on the doorframe had already faded, blending into the wood and becoming even harder to distinguish after being wet. Dangling from the eaves was a strip of white cloth a foot long and two fingers wide, its color remarkably fresh.
Yue Muzhou stopped his horse to gaze at this strip of cloth. When Ding Xiaoer came out to greet him, lifting the curtain, the first thing he saw were four shiny black and smooth horse legs, washed by the water.
"...A guest?" The knight was wrapped in a damp straw cloak, which obscured the already dim daylight, making Ding Xiaoer unable to see his face; he only looked up cautiously and asked, "Have you had a hard journey? Would you like to stay for the night? Shall I warm up some wine and a meaty stew for you, and heat a tub of water?"
