06-30-2021, 07:41 PM
(Prelude)
The southern wharf of Ile du Palais was busy as ever with the numerous workers of various colours of collar sped past in their daily duties. The rush of the working day contrasted with the building that Dia Augustopolou leaned against and its purpose. The white, neoclassical edifice of the National Library of Gallia seemed quaint and out of place in the wharf, a place of commerce and transport. The library was just a few streets away from the headquarters of Ile-de-France Shipping, the corporation she had worked for just a week ago.
The true purpose of her prolonged stay in Gallia — finding Petros Katsouranis — did not move an inch during her tenure at IDF, where she had hoped to make meanignful connections. Her bet on IDF did not pay off, as the corp faced tough times and nobody with the means of finding the former ambassador would give her the time of day. They were either looking to save themselves like rats from the sinking ship of the ancient Gallic logistics company or did everything in their power to stop it.
At the end of the day, she did not care about the fate of IDF in the slightest. The relations between Gallia and Crete started to sour and she realised that she would need to act quickly if she were to return home with her shield. A contact she had managed to make while she was at IDF, the seasoned Gallic Navy admiral Vaillant, had offered to help by letting her access the archives of the Gallic Bibliothèque. It was a long shot, and she would grasp at any straw she could get a hold of.
The ordinary part of the Library, filled with both paper and digital copies of various works of ancient French and Gallic literature, was frequented by many a scholar and student, especially those from the nearby Nouvelle-Sorbonne, the oldest institution of higher learning in Gallia. The less ordinary and more restricted section consisted of the Gallic national archives, which collected all the documents and sensitive written material pertaining to matters of Gallic national security. Access to the archives was only granted under exceptional circumstances to people not affiliated with the machinery of the Gallic state.
She hoped that the dark-haired man who had just disembarked a taxicab would create such exceptional circumstances.
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The southern wharf of Ile du Palais was busy as ever with the numerous workers of various colours of collar sped past in their daily duties. The rush of the working day contrasted with the building that Dia Augustopolou leaned against and its purpose. The white, neoclassical edifice of the National Library of Gallia seemed quaint and out of place in the wharf, a place of commerce and transport. The library was just a few streets away from the headquarters of Ile-de-France Shipping, the corporation she had worked for just a week ago.
The true purpose of her prolonged stay in Gallia — finding Petros Katsouranis — did not move an inch during her tenure at IDF, where she had hoped to make meanignful connections. Her bet on IDF did not pay off, as the corp faced tough times and nobody with the means of finding the former ambassador would give her the time of day. They were either looking to save themselves like rats from the sinking ship of the ancient Gallic logistics company or did everything in their power to stop it.
At the end of the day, she did not care about the fate of IDF in the slightest. The relations between Gallia and Crete started to sour and she realised that she would need to act quickly if she were to return home with her shield. A contact she had managed to make while she was at IDF, the seasoned Gallic Navy admiral Vaillant, had offered to help by letting her access the archives of the Gallic Bibliothèque. It was a long shot, and she would grasp at any straw she could get a hold of.
The ordinary part of the Library, filled with both paper and digital copies of various works of ancient French and Gallic literature, was frequented by many a scholar and student, especially those from the nearby Nouvelle-Sorbonne, the oldest institution of higher learning in Gallia. The less ordinary and more restricted section consisted of the Gallic national archives, which collected all the documents and sensitive written material pertaining to matters of Gallic national security. Access to the archives was only granted under exceptional circumstances to people not affiliated with the machinery of the Gallic state.
She hoped that the dark-haired man who had just disembarked a taxicab would create such exceptional circumstances.