The sellswords who visit this place looking for an assignment all know how potential customers make their choices. Thus, no-one is surprised when the female drow ventures through the rows of tables and whispers a few words to them, pointing towards a room dedicated for more private discussions at the back of the inn. Some of those she speaks to shake their heads immediately, others make their way towards the room.
All in all, about a dozen people assemble in the private chamber, standing in front of the drow. A fair mixture of races are in attendance, duergar, kuo-toa, drow, half-drow, a human-looking lass, and even an orog.
Assume that all potential group members have been addressed by the drow and are in that room.