Noah puts on his best innocent face.
"Hey, mister. We just came into town and we thought this would be a good place to rest. What do you have for sale?"
"Rooms and booze, not much else."
Recover stuff. Switch into comfy personal clothes. Quickly search room for anything else of use. Hide.
Question who the hell designed this place. You don't put the storage room directly above the cryochamber and you don't make the storage room the entry room. This is how stuff broke horribly. Someone designed this place in a godawful manner. Least it sorta worked though.
By the time you've changed, the door has nearly been cut through, so Akio sits behind a large wall of crates just as the door comes down.
"Jackpot, boys, we've hit the storage room. This place have an armory?"Nardo sits at the bar.
"Something strong please. So, Barkeep, you got any work for me and my friends?"
"Cash up front, we don't do tabs here. If you need honest work, you're best off heading towards the Employment Centre and working on something for the Hierarchy. Hard work, but good enough pay. Plenty of other work around here too, if you know where to find it. Markets are a good place to start."
"...I'm going to go visit the market. If we split up, let us meet back at the gate afterwards..." Kat says, running off.
Action: Explore the marketplace, looking for opportunity and uh, wonder.
Plenty of strange and exotic goods here: glowing green crystals, strange weapons, plenty of old-world scrap, and a whole load of other stuff. A few other people are offering short time employment for mercenaries, although it may be a high-risk sort of thing.
Try to find a map board.
No luck. You do find a noticeboard, however, outlining a few job opportunities amongst all the other crap.
Lilly puts her boots up on the table as she drinks.
"Well i wonder if kind works available?" she idly asks
"Get your boots off my table, and we'll talk. Damn disrespectful, that is."
"Looking is free..." Kat says, following along.
Action: Looking for jobs. And gemstones!
You find glowing green crystals! Shiny. Also, short-term high-risk mercenary jobs.
"Thy jornay is mine jornay!" The knight seems to get pumped once more, returning to humming a merry song about "mirie cumpane" or something along those lines.
Action: Help companions look for jobs.
Or keep a safe distance to prevent my armored ass from ruining opportunities. This seems more reasonable.
The guards are watching you intently. Good sign, right?