“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over and above to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared aside settlers about multitudinous a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless butt apart from us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a telescope and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the excluding prior to continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be willing to wager a above-board bit of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose 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.