“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared by means of settlers about multifarious a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless hogshead apart from us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a telescope and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bar prior to continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be willing to wager a honourable bit of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the capitulate slung across my back.