Some meetings belonged in a nice, civilized office surrounded by paperwork and researchers, the bureaucratic army that powered the ever-encroaching Myrken Wood government. Some meetings belonged out amongst swords and cells, amongst a more literal army of militiamen and constables. This was absolutely one of the latter. It didn't mean Glenn Burnie didn't come prepared. As he sat at the multi-purpose table in a room primarily used for interrogations, he'd smile pleasantly at the woman in front of him. He was a young man, in the earliest of his twenties, dressed nicely. He was a little shorter than usual but had the body of an athlete, even if he did walk with a noticeable affectation of a limp.
He shuffled a few of the files, looking down upon them, before finally looking back at her. "Kira then, yes? No, please, no need to say anything. I've heard from others around town that you seem to have some sort of nasty speech impediment. They say it has something to do with that scar of yours. Some even say that you lost your tongue going after some rogue or another. No, no, you don't have to show me, that's quite alright. I've seen enough of the macabre in my time here." He raised his hand, thundering onwards, using his natural propensity to speak a great many words without actually breathing for all it was worth.
"Honestly, your ability to elucidate or lack of such is the least of my worries. It's a simple matter. We have a misfit, a madman, the sort that generally causes chaos for the joy of it, a sad broken man, but also something of a criminal genius. Suede Roschen. A drawing of him is included in this file here. Amongst his previous crimes, including murder and outright treason, he's most recently poisoned the good citizenry of Myrken. While our own Constabulary are on the search for him, a consortium of our more civic-minded businessmen have put forward money on their own and asked me to look into hiring a bounty hunter to assist in the task." There may have been a breath in there, but if there was, he seemed to manage it between syllables somewhere. More than that, even as he spoke about Roschen, the smile did not break. "While not entirely necessary, the gesture is not unwelcome. The man was once a tailor and has been known to carry multiple tools of his former trade, needles mostly, covered in the deadliest of poisons. Moreover, his primary accomplice is an insanely dangerous drowess, who you'll have to watch out for as well. I'd hate for any of our brave Constables to get poisoned.. or stabbed, in the pursuit." That he seemed somewhat uncaring about her ultimate fate wasn't exactly mentioned.
No, he kept on smiling at her and more than that, he kept on talking. "A few years back, we came very close but he faked his own death. During that period I purchased his former shop but he's shown an irritating ability to get in and out off the building. I suggest you begin your search there. Now then," Burnie would place both of his hands upon the table and look to her, the pleasant smile not fading for a moment. "While I hope you don't have any questions, if you do, please ask them now."