What did Governor Glenn Burnie bring to the position that none of his immediate predecessors came even close to? He learned. He paid attention. He kept records and had people to analyze them. Basically, you couldn't get him or Myrken, the same way twice. There were very few people in the province who made a habit of asking questions. No, in Myrken, either someone would assume or else they'd keep their head own and assume anyway, just in private, later on. Burnie and his Inquisitory asked, recovered, discovered connections and made plans.
So when an amnesiac Altias Bromn walked back into Myrken blind in multiple ways, Glenn Burnie was not about to sit upon his hands and wait. Best chance, he would stumble in, make an ass of himself, and then stumble right back out. Worst case? Well, the worst case involved cultists and dark nature entities that the former mapmaker had spent years preparing for or even worse than that. It had been no surprise when Burnie met Bromn in the Dagger. Past one... unfortunate question, it had been a measured encounter, one that had Myrken's safety in mind, but not necessarily at the cost of Altias' well being, so long, of course, as one would admit that Glenn knew what was best for the lost man.
The erstwhile baker had been left with an offer, an offer which was not immediately accepted. A second, more direct offer was sent then. The system of messenger urchins around the town were quite skilled at their job. This one had memorized the message (writing it down would do little good if Bromn was currently blind, after all), and had been tasked with finding the former Governor. Upon reaching him, the 9 year old, redhaired boy would cough and begin. "Governor Burnie requests your ...uh esteemed attendance, at your earliest convenience. I can lead you to him." Was there something else? Something that belonged in the middle. The boy coughed. "That is the Gov'nor wants to see you, in order to figure out answers .... and, oh yeah, to help you consider your options moving forward." Then with a firmer nod, the urchin would finish. This was his favorite bit of the message. "Past or future, he says, he does. Past or future, Your choice."