In the dimly-lit cellar of the Auberge du Coq DorΓ©, a cozy bar had just enough space for 20 to 30 patrons.
The moment Lumian stepped in, he saw a man leap onto a small round table, beer in hand, and address the handful of customers around him,
"Ladies and gentlemen, lend me your ears! I experienced something unbelievable two days ago!"
By the scant light from the steam lamps on the wall, Lumian discerned that the man was quite young, around 22 or 23 years old. He had short, light-brown hair and a clean-shaven face, which was flushed, likely from the alcohol.
Wearing a flaxen-colored shirt, black trousers, and leather slip-ons, the man stood just over 1.7 meters tall. However, his unusually short limbs made him appear closer to 1.6 meters.
