Merek followed the man to a table in the tavern, glad he had not missed the meeting. He had taken his time wandering on his way here, and he was sure he must have been too late, and that the party had not left just yet. Merek cast a glance at the child that had been allowed into the tavern, and nearly choked when he found she was here for the same quest as him. 

He sat heavily on the chair, sighing in relief as his legs immediately relaxed from the long walk. He was getting on in years, and his adventures had taken a toll on his body. Merek listened to the man as he spoke of the rewards of the journey, weighing the risks. If the man was not lying, and this quest would set them up for life, there had to be more to it. Waving off the barmaid as she asked for his order, he questioned the man. "While this does sound lucrative, what is the job? This is not a simple quest, or you would not have actively sought help. And who are we doing this for?" His interest was piqued, but he would not walk into this blind. He had made that mistake before, and never without any lasting consequences.