[b] [u] Saadri Daelus [/u] [/b]

Saadri had noticed several new arrivals enter the building through the corner of her eye, and was a bit exasperated at how they all seemed confused. She'd warned old Garcia that those fliers were a bit vague. No matter, they weren't technically open for another ten minutes. However, she was a bit surprised when what appeared to be a Siren wandered right up to the desk. She wore a breathing mask, for whatever reason. [i]So she's from Samsara then...[/i] She thought. It was common for Sirens from that city to wear breathing gear, such a clean environment breeds weak immune systems. 

Saadri was silent as the Siren spoke, merely more or less staring at her, her expression neutral. Ugh, really? she didn't seem like much. Thank Iva for the 'trial' missions, weaker jobs intended to weed out the weaker ones. She could be described as cold, but she still couldn't stomach the thought of recruits running to their deaths because they greatly over-estimate their own abilities. When she finished stuttering, the Siren had apparently finished making some kind of automaton. As the two figures danced around on the receptionists desk, Saadri gently scooped it up and moved it before it knocked over an inkwell, not taking her eyes off the girl. [b]"I see. Well, You just need to fill out this form and wait until we call your name."[/b] Saadri said as she handed the girl about four sheets of paper, once again not looking away. [b]"If you cannot write I am afraid you will have to find someone who can. Good day."[/b] Finally, she turned away and proceeded to return to typing, wincing a bit when a particularly loud Orc had come in. Ah well, the guards would sort her out.

[b] [u] Guards [/u] [/b]

At this point, any recruits here were visited by a guard and given similar instructions. Head to the desk, get paperwork, finish paperwork, turn it in, wait. Most also warned them not to bother Saadri, she tends to get crabby when she has to cover for the receptionist.