Groscer was sitting at her desk, stamping paperwork and quickly sorting the finished sheets into a stack with extreme precision. As you enter her office, she pauses her pattern, looking up at you with a slightly stern look.

If you're here to request a potential nominee for the Groscer's, I'm... not the person you should be asking. But, if you have any other questions or concerns, I'd be happy to help.

She clasps her hands together, faintly smiling.