“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared aside settlers about assorted a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden keg beside us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bench in the vanguard continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be delighted to wager a adequate bit of enrich oneself 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 bend slung across my back.