The next day, as you waited your turn at the wine shop, you felt a slight jolt as someone hurriedly touched your shoulder.
"Careful, friend," said the guy with curly hair that seemed golden. He was wearing a snow-white tunic, and his noble posture stood out.
"In a hurry, I guess," he muttered, taking out a coin and tossing it to the merchant for your wine. "It's on me. Sorry for the inconvenience."
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