“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over and above to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if word of his exploits were shared aside settlers around multifarious a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated hogshead upset us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a eyeglasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bar before continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be assenting to wager a fair portion of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the bend slung across my back.