As you walk into the foyer of Pott Entrprises, Inc., you see various items from the company's (and the family's) past. A great number of portraits of past Barons and their wives and children litter the walls, and a bookshelf by the waiting bench is stuffed with geneologies and histories, all describing the exploits of the Pott family. A round wooden door on the far side of the room leads to the company's offices. The receptionist, a plump, middle-aged Hobbit lady, sits at a desk looking over various papers.

"Oh... hallo!" she warbles as she sees you enter. "I'm sorry, but the Baron isn't in right now... perhaps you'd like to leave a message?" As she says this she gestures at a book on the desk in front of her and an ink well with a pen in it. She smiles at you. "I'll be sure to tell Mister Pott you were here."

Be a good fellow and sign here.