The guard nodded as she listened to their explanation, leading them into a small guardhouse, where two more guards were sitting.  There was a table in the middle of the room, with a few chairs around it, but aside from those and the chairs next to the wall the other guards were sitting in, the room was pretty bare.  Another door led out of the room, presumably to some sort of supply closet.  "Go ahead, have a seat," she said, closing the door behind them.  "Now, why don't you two tell me what's really going on?  Those marks look quite a bit like slave owners' marks, and I'm tempted to just throw you back into the salve market just for running around naked."