The big tin man pipes up, "*Ahem* Madam, perhaps you were not present within the nearby city blocks when I shouted about this not being a brothel any longer. This is the residence of a new Adventurer's Guild, which I am fairly certain is currently a house full of only literal dirt, and not metaphorical filth. Perhaps we can sit down to some biscuits and tea and discuss what your emergent problem is? If not, I will gladly boot you to the next block, if it please you."
Though not yet a member of the guild, Bigsley was eager to prove himself useful. He had even managed to remember where he was and what he was doing! This was a good omen, he thought, despite the fact that some very strange things had been going on lately.