Ntaaj entered the tavern and sure enough, there was hustle and bustle. Mercs, knights, peasants, anyone with the coin was here to drown their sorrows or seek trouble. Ntaaj was rather eager; it's been too long since he's been in a good scrap, and hoped some drunken idiot would be offended by him so Ntaaj can cut him to ribbons.  As Ntaaj looked for a seat, he heard some peasant asking mercs for help. Ntaaj could guess why; the poor fool's village was being raided by bandits and he needed strong men to save it. Of course, no one would accept an offer like that. What could mere peasants offer to them that would be worth the trouble? Even Ntaaj wouldn't have done it. If you want a bodyguard, sure, he could offer himself. But liberate a village from a bandit horde? Now that wasn't the sort of fight Ntaaj would think he could get out unscathed.

So Ntaaj didn't really bother the peasant boy, instead heading straight to the bartender for work or rumors of work. [b]"I'll take whatever swill this'll get me."[/b] Ntaaj dropped a seven rusty denars on the counter for a drink, and proceeded straight to questioning. [b]"I'm a sellsword, obviously, and I'm looking for work. Any of the local lords in need of an extra blade?"[/b]