Outside the building filled with desks and buzzing with organisation, there is a stall piled high with crates. Underneath a worn looking canopy that might have been colourful once, a cauldron bubbles over a fire, sending a rich, meaty aroma wafting through the air.

A short, green creatures with pronounced features and a sharp-toothed grin, stands on top of a crate, waving and yelling in a grating voice. "C'mon, gather round! I got food, I got water, I got blankets big 'n' small! I got it all! At Drulb's Deelz!"

Perhaps the only reason nobody has shoved a sock in his mouth is the hulking mass of armoured fur standing beside him. Its sour, ape-ish face staring off sleepily into the distance as its mace hangs by its side from a lax arm.