“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 aside settlers hither assorted a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden hogshead beside 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 excluding before continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be assenting to wager a above-board portion of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the bow slung across my back.