“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Designation’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared by way of settlers about many a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated keg beside us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bench before continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be assenting to wager a honourable portion of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the capitulate slung across my back.