Seeing you leave the room, a young woman is running to catch you. Her bare feet artfully avoid the broken glass and puddles whose origin should better be left unknown. She intercepts you, right before you exit through one of the "doors", quickly straightens her well-worn dress and pulls her long auburn hair to one side.
"Phewey, eager to leave, right? Well, skipouts, first I got ta ask all of you a few details for the List!" (She points at a piece of parchment where almost every inch of surface has been used for short notes in a neat, but cramped hand. Kuro, having a slightly different view, can see that the other side shows some musical notes and printed lyrics -- upside down.) "So, that's team dragon right?" (before anyone can even nod she continues in the same breath) "Well, one, two, three, four, five, six. All set to fade away. And by the looks of some of you, we managed to get some officers in there, too. So no guard duty -- and I would've got this neat little spot by the hobagobs all set and ready. Nah, I'll just write you down as 'investigating'. That being the case, I've got to tell you a few things that should be pretty obvious to even the biggest mugs, but you being soldiers my da insists on me being all long winded..."
(she draws her first breath since you've seen her)
"Ya're not in the slightest bit official, 'derstood? Hard luck if any of youse wants to come up to one of Sharns Shiniest and insist on being treated special. Which, times being like they are, includes not getting hit on the noodle. Harumph, by the looks of you, I don't need to tell you that... Since the warehouse thingamajig, even the puddles get all uppity. Yoy, right, not a danger for you rough-and-tubmles, but there's an awful lot of 'em and this whole joint is about not causing any riots. Let's just hope for the best, maybe I got some bright grunts here. We got a few sets of stunties outside ta help ya. Nope, not your folks, brownie, jus' some local kids who're all impressed by ya sticks and boards. They can lead you to any dive and dump round here. Don't munch on them or use them for ammo, if that pleases the gentlemen. Outside of that, we don't really know much more than you or about anybody else in this promised utopia. Ya have ta find out by yourselves.Yippers, now before I write down your names on the List, there's the matter of the Tin. We got a lot of soldiers who're not too lucky these days and skipping out on their jobs, if they got one at all, will be pretty harsh for the poor shmucks. So we'd be happy for all the coppers you can spare. The same goes the other way round, if you're devoid of the necessary pecuniary backdrop, you're free to sleep in this villa, and some butter 'n eggs are in there for you, too."
(She manages to look both hopeful and condescending at once. Army brats...)
"So, before you all get droopy eyes from staring at my gams, I'll have the names of ya. Please spare me that rank hoopalooh, jus' the names, both of 'em if you got that far. I doon think that I left anything out, and no, I'm not here for nancing around. Drop your appellations, then you can go out and tell one of the shorn puppies outside that Della wants him to show you round. So, names times six?"
(She obviously waits for you to write down your names, not without too much interest. She's also not very perplexed by even the most exotic look you fellows can bring.)
OOC: Unless someone of you wants to get talkative (or lies about his name), we can assume that you introduce yourselves and continue on your way out of the hovel. Not that I'm keeping you from talking to NPCs, but if you itch for more action I won't be the one hindering you...
