Rorschach wanted to ask the partner from the Chamber of Commerce if he knew Bart, but the manager was still there. He decided to wait until the chattering... gentleman had left.
Unexpectedly, the manager kept rambling on, and even started pitching stocks. Rorschach finished his meal, but the man still hadn't taken a hike. Rorschach didn't want to listen to the manager's sales tactics anymore. If anything, he was more interested in how to safely cash out the stocks he had on hand, preferably for metal currency.
'If you won't leave, I will!'
Rorschach stood up, excused himself, paid his bill, and went across the street from the tavern.
This was a street lined with restaurants and tea houses. Rorschach found a seat in an outdoor area across the street and ordered a cup of hot tea.
"A cup of licorice tea, hot, no sugar. Do you have any newspapers or magazines?"
