“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Designation’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared aside settlers around many a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden tun upset us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the excluding before continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be ready to wager a honourable speck of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the bend slung across my back.