A scruffy-looking boy in his early teens approached Brian, looking at him curiously. "Hi, elf! Whatcha lookin' for here?" He was wearing a scrap of cloth as a loincloth that did little to actually cover anything, and his skin was splotched with stains. He was moderately homely, but then. so were most of the people here.
Brian smiled. "I'm looking for a Wizard named Landros. He is supposed to live in this town. Could you show me where he lives?"
The boy nodded. "Yeah, I could do that. For a gold piece!"
Brian flushed. "Uh, I don't have any money on me."
The boy shrugged. "You can help me muck stalls in the stable over there and then i'll tell you. Work or gold. Nothin's for free."