Half Dead Nightington Bar 6:00 P.M, June 16th, 2016 Weather: Thunderstorm Mercator Osinski Mercator Osinski was sick. It was sort of funny how that worked. The healer got sick and he can't heal himself. He didn't even know what he had at first. It started out like a cold, and it continued like a cold, to the point he thought it was just a really bad one. So, he had just tried to wait it out. It didn't work. It got better in some ways, worse in others. He could still function, and so he sought out what the hell this was. Turns out it was something he couldn't heal right away. He had no clue how he managed to get this, but it was there. Symptoms included being generally weak, insomnia, being generally uncomfortable, shaking, fever, and a few other things he really, really, r e a l l y didn't want to think over. At the end, apparently, it all ends in death. Which isn't good. He'd be freaking out if it weren't for the fact that he could most likely take care of this himself. He was a healer, after all. Alright, maybe that was a lie. He was still freaking out, because apparently he needed a magical ingredient for this. Which sucked, because, unfortunately for him, he didn't have it, nor did he have the capability to get it. In the terms of getting things for himself efficiently, he was no good. He couldn't fight, he had little to no self preservation skills, and his street smarts were small compared to his book smarts. So that's why he was here, at the front of a bar, clothes dripping from the downpour currently going on. He was looking for someone for hire. Merc had money, and money got people, so he was sure it wouldn't be too difficult to find someone willing. The tough part would be trying to tell them what he needed without telling them why. He wasn't eager to share his problems with other people, so he didn't plan to. Instead, he would just say what he needed, and they could get going. He entered the bar, glancing around and trying to find someone suitable. Then, he spotted them, and grinned widely. He walked over to the man, waving "Hi! Hi. Are you for hire? For a job? Because I have a job to hire you for. And I have money!" He said. This probably wasn't the proper way to do it, and there was a possibility this man WASN'T for hire, but he had to try either way, right?