Glorified Mercenaries: The Rebootening

Proceeding through the door, you find yourselves in a somewhat dingy break room; the overhead lighting flickers every few seconds, and the refrigerator seems to be leaking a bit of cold into the surrounding area. The room's almost entirely empty of people, save for a Foumillan moving a toothpick about in his mouth and reading a book, and the man in a full mech suit leaning in the corner. (You'd think he'd take it off in private, but to each their own, eh?) They both turn to face you; the Foumillan sighs and gives a half-hearted wave. "Hey, welcome to the auspicious Guild halls, yada yada yada, my name's Ilves, Sylvy over there's gonna be your proctor for this session, something something test your wits and combat ability. Go introduce yourself or whatever." He turns back to his book, waving you on and sighing.