"Any thing else you have to say about this... desire to irrigate the fields... please forward to my office on Merchant's Row." So said Vanidor Goldenhair, Councilor of Agriculture for Myrken Wood, upon his perhaps overly dramatic exit during the Council Meeting.
The man who stood in front of that selfsame office door had been there that day. He was dress far for cooler weather and he carried various papers under his arm. Yes, there was business to forward along. No, Glenn Burnie, Surveyor of Myrken Wood did not expect an immediate response after knocking upon that door. He expected to be waiting out in the cold for at least a few minutes. His experience with elves in his lifetime had been... patience-inspiring, to say the least. That Vanidor might not wish to speak with a member of the government right now, especially on a topic he frowns upon, well... that was a distinct possibility.
He was prepared to wait a few minutes, perhaps ten, and then if there was no answer, he had a paper to slip under that door. Nominally, this visit was about irrigation. In truth, Glenn had one ulterior motive and one other political one and those two things, on top of his own professional responsiibilities would inspire him to such patience.
Of course, it would be nice if after knocking, he could get an immediate answer. Really though, what daily business does Goldenhair have anyway? No, that was an honest question. Glenn would like to know.