Calling his name and practically waddling towards him was a portly older human man, a bit of gray fringe about his head, his cheeks red from his unexpected exercise. Search his mind as he might he couldn't recall this man's face. In fact, as far as he could tell, only his name had changed. Jaf watched the man approach him with what must have been a scowl by the way the man reacted. Still he began to wring his sweaty hands together. "You are Jaf, correct? The innkeeper said you were around here somewhere, and I heard you were looking for work. I'm Malik, the mayor of this town. Can you help us?" The man was almost pleading with him.
Jaf assumed that what the mayor had said was true. And what fantasy tale was complete without a quest or two. With nothing better to do, Jaf gave a slow nod of his head. "What do you need from me mayor?" It was the first time Jaf had heard his voice, baritone and gravely. He liked the sound of it.
"Ah, yes. Well you see the last few weeks we've been having and awful problem. We were hoping you could take care of it."