“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling settled to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared by settlers around multifarious a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned keg beside us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the excluding prior to continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be assenting to wager a adequate speck of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the capitulate slung across my back.