"Another job seeker, eh?" Without really waiting for an answer, he gestures towards the door on the left, which is barely visible in the dim light of the stone-walled passage. "In there."
You are roughly guided by the gruff doorman into a square, nearly featureless stone room. Aside from the door through which you entered, there is another in the far wall. Rows of benches fill most of the floor, and about half of the bench space is occupied by a motley crew of commoners, merchants, and even a few Astan nobles garbed in the customary red silk mantles. Each has two small pieces of parchment; on one there is a number, and on the other the applicants are scribing with quill pens. You are given your own set by a black-robed halfling and told to fill out the form while waiting. Noone speaks a word; the only sound is the scratching of quills on parchment. Periodically, the halfling wanders the floor to collect completed forms; he then slips out the far door and returns moments later.
After you have turned in your form, on which you had carefully detailed your occupation and skills, there is nothing to do but sit on the bench and wait. Even after the room is nearly full, all the forms have been turned in, and you are certain the hour is approaching midnight, nothing happens. You wait with the others in silence, until at last the door on the far wall opens and a black-robed figure, likely a human or an elf judging by size, enters the room.