Gilgamesh pushes open the door of the bleak building, and punches his Grizzly heed inside to taking in his surroundings. Sated with the ambiance of scrolls and dust and candles he enters, finding the door's size acomidating. Gilgamesh wears a vast and plain Ghostbusters T-shirt going half way down to even this enormous man’s knees, which are covered with cargo shorts. On his back is a large pack. Gilgamesh further runs his eyes across the books and shelves as he meanders towards the vacant desk. Looking down towards the thing an inconspicuous clerk of sorts seems to pop into existence from under his desk, no doubt picking something up. Gilgamesh is greeted with a deadpan “Hello, welcome to the Catacombs Paranormal Services, how may I help you?”<br/><br/>Startled , Gilgamesh balks his head, but plowing forward he says “Uh. Yes. I heard you were hiring. Mercenaries. May I apply?” He expects there to be little paperwork besides maybe filling out a death waver, which makes him wonder about insurance, for just an instant. He sets his arm on the desk, then decides an interview will most likely be in order. Reflecting on his image he brushes down his white T. Ghostbusters might insult someone here, but its clean.