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In the inn's main hall, at the edge of a table surrounded by idle patrons, sat a man with an unrestrained demeanor.

His dazzling golden hair casually draped over his shoulders, his satin shirt was as open as possible, revealing a thick chest of hair. The emerald flute at his waist occasionally emitted a magical glow, and the few dazzling legendary talismans hanging next to the flute constantly reminded others of his wealthy and noble status.

Adding to that his flamboyant personality, who else could it be but Lorran?