At ten o'clock on Sunday morning, although the city was still shrouded in mist, the deepening autumn air did not stop the bustling pedestrians in Saint Delan Square.
The torrential rain last night had washed the city clean. Even by morning, the autumn rain was still falling, though more like a drizzle now, not enough to hinder travel.
Under the overcast sky, countless black umbrellas brushed against each other and then parted, but this did not affect the well-dressed gentlemen from conversing with one another, nor did it stop the neatly dressed youths from walking with their documents in hand. A deep-brown carriage, washed by the rain, approached from afar. The horses' hooves splashed in the puddles, and the carriage steadily came to a halt outside No. 6, Saint Delan Square.
