Standing next to her is two figures. To her right is a young human woman dressed in a fine red suit. She seemed to minding her own business, lost in her own thoughts as she smoked a cigarette. To the orc's left is a middle aged looking halfling in a blue robe. The halfling looked at you with wary eyes.
The orc woman looked up at the six of you with a quick appraising glance. "No uniforms? Must be mercenaries." She grumbled as she shifted through her papers, looking for one in particular. She seemed to be in a foul mood. She quickly pulled out a paper covered with names, most of which have been crossed out and grabbed a pen, hovering it over the list as she says, "State your names and specialty."