There's a wizard maintaining an arcane Detect Magic, standing in one corner of this large windowless private office, with a Lawful Neutral alignment and maybe 3rd or 4th circle by the strength of their aura.
Other notable room fixtures include a chandelier set with red-orange-yellow gems and crystals, lit in its center by a bound fire elemental; and the Petrified body of a slender woman with a pleading expression, from whose desperately outstretched hand now hands a cloak and an umbrella.
Grandmerchant Taravind has a quick word with the wizard, his eyebrows climbing as a result, and then bows deeply towards the beautiful, crowned, highly magical woman now in his office. He doesn't speak, for it's said that in Hell the most dangerous thing speaks first.