“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared aside settlers about many a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated hogshead upset us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a eyeglasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court in the vanguard continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be assenting to wager a above-board bit of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the salaam slung across my back.