“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling settled to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared by settlers about multitudinous a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden butt apart from us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a telescope and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bar before continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be delighted to wager a adequate bit of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the wet one's whistle and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the salaam slung across my back.