The apartment's not much unlike the one you all found yourselves in earlier. In fact, if it weren't for a different color of paint on the wall (or what little is left of that color) it could be the same one. The window is the kitchen's, which has been stripped of pretty much everything but some moldy wooden cupboards.
There's another small difference in the living room. Someone went through the trouble of sweeping the floor, as evidenced by a heap of dirt in one corner that's moving with insect activity and a broom standing next to the door which most likely is the exit. A small water boiler's plugged into an electrical outlet in another corner, an empty bottle of Hildon next to it.
In the center of the room stands another old wooden table and plastic chairs that seem at least slightly more stable than the other ones. 5 chairs are posted on one side of the table, on the other side, there's a single chair with a person sitting on it and a small metal briefcase on the table in front of him.
He's an elf. Tall, handsome, golden straight hear reaching halfway his back and long pointy ears sticking out from under it. His clothes look expensive and tailor made, a modern corporate chic style with a dark purple jacket and tie over black pants and shirt. The shoes worn beneath it look even more expensive than the clothes and had their designer known they were being worn in a place like this, he'd likely suffer a stroke.
The elf smiles politely at anyone who enters through the kitchen door and motions for them to sit down. Any question or attempt to start a conversation are interrupted with a polite but uncompromising "Please, have a seat and enjoy your tea while we wait for the rest of your group.", motioning towards the empty chairs with a perfectly manicured hand.
