One of the people in the carriage disembarked, but the bright light from the lamp held by the coachman hindered Eirin's eyesight. The man approached Eirin, his frock coat, tailored from the finest black charcoal wool, falling just above his knees. His dark, subtly striped trousers fell clean lines to meet highly polished black leather boots.
The man's silver blonde hair was parted sideways gave Eirin an immediate hint of what standing the man holds. A noble. In this world where the hierarchy still existed, this man must hold a very high rank to appear so elegantly dressed and carry himself with such an air of authority.
