“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared aside settlers hither multitudinous a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden hogshead hard by us, and I returned his indication with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court first continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be willing to wager a above-board bit of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the salaam slung across my back.