"To one side, Jenkins." Truly, it was a strange mix of blatant rudeness and unsettling familiarity. At the very least, it was a mastery of routine details, but poor 'Jenkins' couldn't have known that. All he knew was that there was a young, well-dressed stranger with a cane forcibly navigating his way around the old cobbler. He was certainly a stranger. They'd never met. They'd never spoken. Oh, Jenkins had a fairly good idea who it was, but that made the familiarity all the worse. There was no reason that Glenn Burnie ought to have any idea who he was... but then Glenn really needed to know everything, didn't he.
Moreover, today he needed to get where he was going with haste. Granted, that was true of everyday. Time was the enemy. Time and nature and death. Damn the sun for setting before he was ready! It was just another thing that needed fixing in a world full of such things. Things. Nature. People. It was a never-ending quest, a crusade, and he wouldn't fail it. He dare not fail at it, and that meant that withered old laggards like Jenkins here had to move to one side!
Still, cane or no, Burnie was agile and graceful enough. Ariane had seen to that. The flowers in his other hand made things a bit awkward, especially since he had an urge to batter every slow person in his path with them, but restraint won out. He didn't even use the cane for that, though he did use it to hook an urchin or two out of his way.
Even with that affectation of a limp, he covered ground swiftly and was soon in front of one of a rather plain looking building that hosted one branch of the Myrken government. This particular wing of the government was not large enough to deserve its own building, likely, but Glenn had put its foot down. It was nepotism at its finest, save, of course, for the sheer competency of the young woman who had been tasked with running it.
With all the presumption that a man in his position deserved, Burnie opened the door without a knock and walked right on in. "Morning." He said with a snappy but honest smile to the bespectacled male clerk closest to the door, before brandishing the flowers dangerously in his direction. "... and no, these aren't for you so don't be getting any ideas now. Let Miss Olwak know that I'm here." He'd storm in on the lot of them, but never on her. Part of this endeavor was to bolster her confidence. The last thing he was going to do would be to undermine her in front of her staff.