Rexxentrum was a large city by Exandrian standards. As such, it catered to all manner of appetites and clientele. Tea shops tended toward the refined rather than the pedestrian, their willowy employees fostering a serene, understated atmosphere in which one could enjoy an overpriced pot of steeped herbs and over-sweetened treats, all while making small talk or plotting a coup.
Eadwulf had spent time in such establishments before: always as a customer, never, not even for subterfuge's sake, as an attendant. He was doubtful that he'd fit the job any better in Vallo City - at least until he walked in the door of Looking-Glass Teas and peered about. The decor was as foreign to him as the rest of the city, both ripped out of some fantastical story he might've read as a child.
The man seated at the bar looked real enough.
Recognizing Strange from their brief conversation, Eadwulf strode forth. He took note of the layout of the establishment as he did so, at least what he could see of it, and stared only briefly at the curious display of used tea bags. Perhaps someone had gotten distracted in the act of discarding them?
He cleared his throat politely once near enough. He was a big man and his black clothing - chosen to fit the local fashion rather than what he might have worn back in the empire - didn't do much to hide him. Still, Strange appeared to be working on his device. Eadwulf would not start this interview on the wrong foot by disturbing him.