Marric's eyes light on the board, and his hand unconsciously drifts down to check the few remaining gold pieces in his pocket. If the bar has a bounty board, he might be able to do some much needed restocking of his wallet... meaning more opportunities for a roof over his head and a hot meal, rather than nights under the stars or hiding in a crack-in-the-wall while the rain comes pouring down over his head.<br/><br/>But speaking of hot meals... the wanderer tucks into his with an appreciative zeal, the salty beef-and-broth sending pleasant little fingers of heat all through his core muscles, before even thinking twice about the board. No sense in letting good food go to waste, after all.<br/><br/>Even if it does only last a few minutes.<br/><br/>======<br/><br/>Finally, his meal complete and his belly full of pleasant warmth, the young man stands and walks over to the bar, raising one hand in greeting to the bartender.<br/><br/>"Evenin'!" He says with a slight bow of his head. "I don't suppose you could tell me about any work in the area, could ya?"