Mériadoc Goldwings looked around the tavern while awaiting his food. The smell of the Tavern had a comforting effect on the young man, who had travel much recently. He was glad he would have a nice bed tonight, and was looking forward those night hours.
A smile began to spread on his face, when he remembered. He blinked fatigue out of his eyesight, and started looking at the other patrons, wondering how he was supposed to locate anyone here. Well, at least he would be looking for an Elf, which shouldn't be too hard here... Oh, and someone small, either a young woman... or perhaps a Kender woman. Then that big guy. Probably watching around him, with keen eyes. And that other one... what was it again... a lonely one?
Mériadoc shook his head to clear it from the words of the weird woman... and for a few moments, her words were replaced by her sweat smell when she had kissed him.. THINKING: Hold On, Man! Let's no go back to road just yet.
Mériadoc started looking at the other patrons again, trying to discern anyone mentionned in the Prophecy.