“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 word of his exploits were shared by way of settlers around multifarious a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden keg upset us, and I returned his indication with a nod. He filled a field-glasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court prior to continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be willing to wager a fair speck of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the capitulate slung across my back.