“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 by settlers about multitudinous a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned hogshead upset us, and I returned his indication with a nod. He filled a telescope 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 honourable portion of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the wet one's whistle and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the bow slung across my back.
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