He glances over you all with more than a little suspicion, as he gestures at a door off to your right. "Recruitment's through there. You want to live here, you have to complete at least one successful job before the Council will consider your application."
You follow his directions into a large wood-panelled room with a high ceiling and many old-fashioned tables. Oil paintings that have seen better days adorn the walls, and sat behind a counter is an older man with thinning white hair and a face creased with laughter lines. He stands up as you enter, and you see that he is wearing well-worn denim dungarees and a hand-knitted sweater. "Ah, good afternoon and welcome to the Republic Recruitment Center. That's a grandiose name for the room where we post the jobs up..." he adds conspiratorialy. "My names Graham, and i'm the recruitment officer here." He seems a lot more friendly than the guy outside. "So, you're here for work, right?" A few mumbled confirmations follow, and he nods enthusiatically with a smile. "Ok then... if you all take a seat we can add you to out system..." he pats the top of a softly glowing computer monitor "...and see if we have anything that suits your skill set."