Rent-a-Slave

The weaselkin woman batted her eyes with an interested nod. "Of course, sir. Can you please describe this 'Tubby Lobby' for me?"

"His name's Lobur. A fat boarkin man, lv. 28, wielding a long warhammer. It's kinda hard to miss him." 

Sharing another nod, the woman motioned toward the door just beside the front desk. "You'll have to forgive me, as I've just started my shift. Perhaps he's in the back somewhere."

Rizz looked at the door on each of the side walls. "Each one leads to a different tent, right?"

"That's correct, sir. To your left, you'll find caretakers, homemakers, and more gentle folks. To your right, you'll find more burly, strong folks who are more than capable of manual labor."

Finally, she stepped out and knocked four times on the back door. "Through here, you'll find the folks available for sale, along with all the supplies necessary to properly and legally care for your slaves."