Glenn Burnie's appreciation of the Myrkentown Tea House had apparently risen dramatically over the last many months. He was a terrible customer, given that he didn't like tea, and that he had a firm "look but don't touch" policy when it came to the other service offered, but he had learned to give the ladies there the proper respect and adoration. They weren't generally as crafty and interesting as their run-of-the-mill counterparts found elsewhere in town, but they were generally nothing to sneeze at either.
Or at least that had been the case up until just a few weeks ago. Now, everything has changed and he was generally avoiding the place as if it was a leper colony. He did not know entirely how he would react in the face of the residents there, and that thought scared him.
Therefore, it was with some real difficultly that he was waiting outside the establishment so early in the morning, trying to seem like he actually belonged. Really, if he wasn't so well known as a friend of Cambree's and the Goverrnor's and if he hadn't been so polite and well-behaved as of late, they really ought to just have sent the security out to remove him from the area. He certainly wasn't a paying customer right now.
Of course, that was almost exactly what the young mapmaker wanted this morning, the security. More conventional methods hadn't been successful and in some ways, the need was more intense than before, so he was trying something of a more direct route.