After taking his weapons, one of the guards leads you in. The inside of the warehouse is cramped, hot, and busy. A number of workers scamper about, moving boxes, labeling them, and consulting a number of ledgers. They barely spare a glance at Bughu as he is led through to the back.
In the back of the warehouse is a couple of rooms where a few men and women sit around, poring over even more ledgers and forms. You are led quickly through this section and to a door at the far back. The guard steps up and knocks loudly, "Got a fresh one for ya, Hec!" he says loudly.
"Alright, send him in," the response comes back a moment later, and you are let into Hector's office.
Hector's nickname "Old" is well-earned, as his face is lined and he wears spectacles on his face as he looks down at some papers. His skin is wrinkled and nearly brown from sun exposure. Despite his obvious age, his arms are still muscular from years of hard work, and he still has a full head of hair, grey now. He looks up as Bughu enters and waves for him to sit, mopping at his brow with a handkerchief, "Damned heat!" he grumbles, "Keep asking them to send a wizard out here to cast some cooling spells, but they claim to be too busy! Bah! Busy drinking and whoring, I think!"
With a sigh, he winks at Bughu, and then smiles, "Ahh, well, what can I do for you, my boy?"