“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over and above to where I sat. “Designation’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared by settlers about multitudinous a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated tun beside us, and I returned his token 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 fellow, I’d be assenting to wager a fair speck of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the bow slung across my back.