“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if word of his exploits were shared by way of settlers about assorted a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden hogshead apart from 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 delighted to wager a honourable portion of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the wet one's whistle and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the bend slung across my back.