You notice a dirty looking, white haired elf nailing some poorly written fliers, covered in dirt to trees along the road.
The fliers reads:
"Greetings to anyone reading this! My name is Malak and I'm a simple elf looking for a land or a home of my own. Now then, I know what you're probably thinking, you're thinking why would should I receive such a thing? Well then let me tell you why... I would write a big long speech about how I've been homeless and everything, but I know you probably won't care, so I'll skip right to it. Over the past few years I have become somewhat of a semi-decent miner. So what I'm offering is: If you give me a place to stay, I can supply you with more than enough iron then what my living expenses would cost!
If you spent the time to read this and you're interested, you can find me around Malinor. If not, I understand.
-Malak.