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Chapter 289 Audrey In Thyrate
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After a couple of days of journey, tens of steamships arrived at the bustling port of Thyrate, one of the main ports in Northern Jozia. The waves crashed against the weathered stone docks. Their relentless rhythm is a testament to the ceaseless energy of the sea.

The port buzzed with activity, just like any other day. Merchants haggled over goods, sailors unloaded cargo, and seagulls swooped and screeched overhead. 

However, amidst the familiar hustle and bustle, a sudden shift in the atmosphere sent a shiver through the hearts of the inhabitants.

The distant sound reached their ears, like a rumbling thunder fused with rhythmic churning. Its symphony was a curious blend of metallic clanks and hissing breaths they never heard before.

Gradually, the sound of steam-powered engines grew louder, drowning out the familiar creaking of wooden ships and the calls of seagulls.

Eyes turned towards the horizon, widening in awe and trepidation. 

Emerging from the mist, the imposing steel beasts made their grand entrance.

Their massive frames towered over the docked vessels, casting long shadows that seemed to stretch across the water. The gleaming metal hulls reflected the sunlight as they cruised forward. And the clanking of gears and the rhythmic puffing of steam from their chimneys filled the air, an eerie symphony that sent a collective shudder through the onlookers.

The contrast was stark, as the once-dominant wooden ships were dwarfed in size. 

Stood on the deck of one such vessel, Audrey had her eyes fixed on the unfolding panic at the port. The chilly wind cut through the air, causing her to rub her gloved hands together in an attempt to generate warmth.

She was already bundled up in a thick coat made of wool. Its dark navy colour blended with the sombre atmosphere of the port, while the plush fur lining the collar provided a touch of comfort. The coat reached down to her mid-thigh, offering ample coverage against the biting chill.

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Beneath her coat was a cosy cable-knit sweater in a cream hue, adding a touch of elegance to her attire, while also providing an additional layer of warmth against the biting winds. Underneath, she donned a plain soft shirt.

Completing her ensemble was a pair of insulated trousers, ensuring her legs remained shielded from the freezing temperatures. Thick woollen socks hugged her feet, while sturdy leather boots provided both traction and protection against the icy ground.

Yet, despite its thickness and threefold protective layer, Audrey could still feel the persistent cold seeping through the fabric.

"Damn!" she exclaimed, her words escaping as puffs of vapour in the frigid air. The biting cold had a way of penetrating even the warmest of garments. "How can people live in this cold temperature."

Just then, a crew member approached her, breaking her train of thought. "Miss Audrey, it's time to disembark," the crew member informed her, his breath visible in the freezing atmosphere.

Audrey nodded in acknowledgement and made her way to the gangplank. 

As she disembarked from the steamship, Audrey's gaze shifted to the bustling port of Thyrate before her. The purpose of her arduous journey became crystal clear in her mind.

She had been sent as a diplomat, tasked with the important mission of negotiating a peace treaty. This pivotal mission was an opportunity, not only a chance to contribute to the diplomatic efforts but also a stepping stone in her career.

It was a valuable experience that would prepare her for the future role she would assume, potentially replacing Michael Manfura, the current Minister of Foreign Affairs.

Rumours swirled among the government circles that the king was considering a reshuffle of positions once the war came to an end. But, nothing was confirmed yet.

While negotiating peace between nations was no small task, Audrey had spent her entire time learning under the tutelage of Michael. And to be frank, Ryntum also has nothing to lose if the common ground wasn't achieved.

After all, the military activity won't stop until the Eikadir region was claimed.

Audrey strode forward, leaving the bustling port of Thyrate behind her.

Her dispatch to Barlia was a sudden one and the king had not sent any official letters announcing her impending arrival. However, he had entrusted her with a contact, someone she could reach out to for guidance and assistance.

As she walked through the city streets, Audrey's assistant by her side asked, "Where should we go, Miss?" 

"We are going to market and find someone there," she replied, her voice laced with determination. I think you should take a look at

With a shared purpose, Audrey and her assistant began strolling through the vibrant market, their eyes scanning the colourful array of stalls and their ears attuned to the lively hum of conversations.

The market was a bustling tapestry of sights, sounds and scents, each stall vying for attention. They ventured deeper into the market, the narrow pathways lined with an eclectic mix of merchants and their wares.

Further along, the market transformed into a haven of delectable treats. Baskets of ripe fruits overflowed, their colours ranging from the deep purples of grapes to the vibrant oranges of citrus. 

Audrey's eyes darted from stall to stall, searching for the one that matched the description provided. The vibrant colours and aromatic scents of the market overwhelmed her senses, but her determination kept her focused on the task at hand.

"I think that's the one," Audrey said, her finger pointing in the direction of a stall adorned with an array of colourful fruits. It seems to align with the description given.

Without hesitation, she and her assistant made their way towards it.

The fruit seller greeted them with a warm smile. "Hello, beautiful ladies! What fruits do you search for today? I have everything here, freshly arrived from the best orchards out there. I can assure you about their excellent taste." His voice carried a friendly tone, inviting them to engage in conversation.

Audrey returned the smile, appreciating the seller's warm demeanour before asking politely, "Are you the one named Luther Dunn?" 

A subtle change in the old fruit seller's expression was noticeable. His eyes narrowed slightly, and instead of providing a direct response, he posed a question of his own.

"And who are you, miss?" he inquired, his tone cautious.

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Sensing the tension in the air, Audrey quickly recognized the need to establish her identity and purpose. She took a step forward, her voice steady and confident. "My name is Audrey, representing the Ministry of Foreign Affairs," she introduced herself. "Here's the letter from Director Charlotte to you."

Oldman Dunn takes the letter. At the same time, he murmurs her name multiple times as he strained to recall if her name held any significance in his vast list of important individuals. "Audrey, Audrey, Audrey."

Moments passed and a sudden realization brought to his face. "Ah, yes, I remember someone like you," he said, his voice filled with recognition.

The worries that had previously etched themselves onto Audrey's features began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of relief and anticipation. Oldman Dunn's acknowledgement signalled that she had indeed found the right contact.

"Fuh, I'm glad you remember my name," Audrey replied. Her relief was evident in her voice.

Oldman Dunn looked at her, his eyes curious and attentive. "What do you want from me, Miss Audrey?" he inquired, his tone tinged with a hint of intrigue.

"Well, you see," Audrey took a moment to gather her thoughts before recalling the tasks assigned to her. After finishing her side of the story, she began stating her request, "First and foremost, I was hoping you could recommend a good inn here in the capital."

"That's hardly a problem," he assured her. "In Thyrate, we have three renowned inns that cater to distinguished guests such as yourself."

He proceeded to describe each inn in detail, painting a picture of their charm and exceptional services.

First, there was The Golden Crown, a majestic establishment known for its opulent décor and impeccable hospitality. Its elegant rooms and gourmet cuisine made it a favourite among nobles and foreign dignitaries. 

Next, The Moonlit Haven is a hidden gem nestled within a quiet neighbourhood. This inn exuded an intimate and cosy atmosphere, with its quaint rooms adorned in warm hues and its inviting common areas perfect for relaxing after a long day.

Lastly, he spoke of The Ivory Tower, a renowned inn that boasted breathtaking views of the city and the harbour. Its spacious rooms and extensive amenities catered to those seeking both luxury and comfort, with a reputation for exceptional service that surpassed expectations.

"As long as you have money, these inns are within your reach." Oldman Dunn assured her.

"Thank you, Mr. Dunn," Audrey expressed her gratitude. "Your recommendations are greatly appreciated. It will certainly help ensure a pleasant and comfortable stay during my time here. One more thing, do you have a contact in the palace?"

Oldman Dunn's expression shifted slightly, his eyes narrowing as he considered Audrey's request. After a moment of contemplation, he responded cautiously, "Well... I do have a contact within the palace, but I must advise against relying on that connection. You see, we have our own operation running and we don't want it to fail."

Audrey nodded, understanding Oldman Dunn's cautionary words. "I see," she acknowledged with a hint of disappointment. "That's such a shame, but I understand the need for discretion. I guess I will have to rely on my own resources and do what I can."