"I am Galadred. I was a White Lion of Chrace."

Severo managed to squint up at the Elf with his one good eye, give a small grunt and a grimace, and then note down a number of details - temporarily placing Drimbold's contract back on the table, where it would remain until he came to sign it.

"Of course you are, I can tell by that stupid giant cat on your shoulder," chided the recruiter, "Galadred? Yes...you signed up with some of our competitors before, I believe. Well, sign here and stand with the rest of them."

Rising to his feet, and giving another nod to Ludolf, he spoke up once more, "if there are any others who wish to sign their name, make yourself known. I shall be here for ten minutes, and not a minute more. Until then..." He said as he turned his head those already gathered, shuffling their papers together and stuffing them into his satchel, "...I thuggest you finith your drinks."