“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared by means of settlers about multitudinous a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless hogshead hard by 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 bar first continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be willing to wager a above-board portion of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the salaam slung across my back.