The ITG Guildmistress' Office

Trader Collien notices you first, raising her head and turning a curious gaze in your direction. The guildmaster, Loki, notices her movement, and looks up, from the desk covered in maps, and barely-legible handwritten notes. He smiles, and murrs, 'Welcome! Can I help you in any way?'

The office is small and cozy, and obviously designed with a different cultural viewpoint on use of personal space. A few rich tapestries hang on the walls, along with some exotic mosaics, a framed print, a "FurrySpace News" newspaper political cartoon, another FSN political cartoon, and sundry other decorations. A tasseled, scarlet and gold lamp hangs from the ceiling, and a thick, gorgeously patterned rug lays on the ground. Decorated leather bolsters and embroidered cushions form the only seats, obviously designed with the comfort of tailed or winged persons in mind. What appears at first glance to be merely a wide, low brass table instead does double duty as desk, recessed computer terminal, and small personal safe for two persons. Small nameplates reveal that Collien and Loki share this room equally.

Behind the desk and on the far wall from the entranceway there is another entrance, half-hidden by a gracefully draped tapestry. It appears to be a small personal lift, and looks as though it will not respond to any who lack the proper identifying codes. To the side of it is yet another door which has, like the door through which you entered, the look of careful, discreet reinforcement.

When you ask if you may proceed on in your explorations, Loki smiles, and murrs, 'Of course, of course. I fear I must sit here and finish this, so please forgive me if I don't escort you. Be well.

He is once again attentively reading by the time you pass through the cargo storeroom door, shuffling paper about in a near meaningless way with all four of his hands.