OOC: Yes, I was waiting for you guys. =P It sounded like you were considering leaving, without talking to Ms. Lehmensek.
The gang walks past the front door clerk again, who nods politely. In the pleasantly simple courtyard, there are many windows facing inward, and a couple of doors. Across the lawn is a pair of doors similar to the ones you just walked through. They are open today, giving you a view of the large room beyond them.
There are many tables, about 10, although only three are occupied currently. At one, there are two men perusing some drawings, consulting a large volume in between sketches. At another, there is another man, younger, who is simply reading.
And at a third is a woman. She is middle-aged, perhaps in her early 40's. The papers on her desk, unlike the others, are neatly organized. She's working on a detailed drawing, writing very carefully, consulting her several arrayed sketches every few strokes. Her parchment is of high quality, she's probably working on a final draft of some design.
When you enter the room, all the heads inside glance up and take notice of you, but nobody pays you much attention.