Merek wandered into the quaint little town, his face salty from the long walk. His back ached, and his legs burned, but yet he was spurned on to keep walking. In a larger village to the North, he heard of a man looking for companions in a quest of his. While Merek was not the sort to band together with others, he was no doubt intrigued by the journey. This had brought him here, walking the road into the town of Greenspring, looking for somewhere the man would be.
The village was rather normal sized for a town, not the smallest he had seen, but he had to search around for the Tavern. A tavern was usually the place people gathered for business, so there likely was one here. He was interrupted from his search by a commotion, what he thought must've been a mugging. Turning the corner of a building, however, led him to where the sound was coming from. Merek grinned; a child was trying to get into the tavern, evident from the aroma of ale that drifted through the open door, and was getting quite worked up about it. Merek couldn't hear what was being said, and was shocked; the man was letting the child in! To a tavern!
Merek shook his head, but minded his own business. He had found the tavern, so he was set. Opening the door of the establishment, thick plumes of smoke hit him in the face, but he shook it off. Inside, he raised his voice over the loud chatter.
"I am looking for a man in need of aid." Hopefully, if the man Merek was looking for was here, he would be called over. If not, perhaps there was some other work he could find around here. His coinpurse was dangerously light, the reward of his last hunt nearly all spent up, and he needed a job.