Chapitre 140: Are spies always out on business trips?

[Alex Kirk. Morning.

Port Altenben. Vlysimn.]

The hustle of a beautiful port city surrounded us from all sides. Pirates and sailors wearing rags stinking of the salty sea and their rotten piss huddled around with bottles of rum, while common folk in suits and hats made with the showiest of fabric and the worst of comforts.

Young ladies and laddies walkded around the place. Their flashy hats tilting down their heads and their dragging long coats gracefully fluttering in the wind. Some of the gents walked with sticks and canes in their hands and suitcases in the other, striding through the port with confidence and style.