C887 The Owner of the Tavern Gothon
He seemed to block out the hubbub of the world, for the young man, dressed in a fine white dress with intricate embroidery, walked down the wet road in a pair of equally white shoes whose soles were not stained at all.
Occasionally a girl's eyes lit up at the sight of a young man's handsome features, but then she paused for a moment and went on without making the slightest impression
