A small bell affixed to the top of the doorframe tinkles as the group enters a small foyer, with a tall desk on one side, staircases going up and down on the other, and an open door on the far wall.
A voice heavy with frustration comes from the room beyond the open door: "...preposterous! We’ve paid our dues on time for the past decade. I arranged the original deal with Jhasso himself. You can’t just change the terms on a whim!"
A second voice answers. "Times have changed. If you can’t abide by the new conditions, I’m afraid your guild license will be revoked. Perhaps Waukeen will favor you at that point, but we will not."
"I want to speak with Jhasso!"
"Jhasso’s dealing with more important matters at the moment. You’ll have to try again another time. Perhaps in a week or two?"
"I’ve had enough. Treat all your members this way, and you’ll have no one left to do business with. Forget it!"
A portly man appears in the doorway, face twisted in anger. As he passes the party to leave the building, he turns to address them. "A bit of advice: Don’t agree to anything with these people; they’re either crooks or fools. Either way I won’t be returning!"