The liaison to the mercenary guild is a gruff-looking, older human, several scars on his face, a greatsword clung across his back, dressed in leather armor. He grunts as Draiss approaches. "You're the new guy, then, huh? Hope you're as tough as Arcus says you are, because we could use some good muscle, so to speak. Afraid I don't really have any open jobs, right now, but do you know where you'll be staying? We can get a message to you, quick, if a job comes up."