As you approach you notice a dark-furred, hooded Nyulop.

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"Hmm, what? A place to stay?" You can't be sure as their face is shrouded, but part of you believes they're offering you a rather incredulous look. Is this not your job? "I suppose I can help you with that." They say, grabbing a clipboard off the countertop and reaching for a pen. "Now, what kind of housing are you looking for exactly? I'm going to need details here, so maybe take a seat. We've got a lot to figure out."