Most everyone who on the island came to the pub one time or another, so it was a good guess to assume that Merry knew pretty much everyone on the island. He was behind the bar, wiping up the spills from the counter with a wet cloth, when he saw the man enter who he had spoken to on the network.
He smiled broadly, making his way towards him. He'd pretty much gotten used to the fact that even though he was an exceptionally tall hobbit, he was still a hobbit, and he would be perpetually looking up at all the Big People who happened to be here. This man was no different.
"Welcome," he smiled, bending into a deep and polite bow. Hobbits were, after all, known for their manners and hospitality. "You must be Mr. Luke. Meriadoc Brandybuck, at your service."