Bretonian Consulate Affairs

[Crayter Republic]

Despite her youth, Denise had been a mostly active member of the Foreign Affairs Ministry for a considerable duration of the Gallic War, and though the Ministry had recently suffered a round of rotations in staff, she remained along with a handful of others, primarily due to experience in the position. She hadn't even known the new Minister long before she was elected, but like a glove over a warm hand they fit rather well together.

Denise spent much of her time, however, relaying between the foreign consulates in New Thessalonica and the Minister herself, keeping the well oiled machine running, all the while keeping the humanity flowing. The representative from Liberty seemed to enjoy her interest in chess above most else, and each time she passed by the now defunct Auxesian consulate she'd pass a small glare at the empty greeter's chair, perhaps out of habit, or maybe out of spite.

She'd noticed the note on her desk, taking note for after her work day. Over the course of the day, she'd gathered what she'd assumed the note would imply, placing it in her small office mini-fridge until she'd finished, taking a stroll towards the Consulate's small housing area. It wasn't quite home to many of the representatives who resided here, but given Yuma's relative proximity to both Liberty and Bretonia, and the presence of trade routes, it wouldn't have been hard to make even the most foreign mind to Crayter thinking feel at home.
Denise soon arrived at Helen's abode, giving the bell a ring, a bag in hand with presumably what the note implied.