“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over and above to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared by settlers hither assorted a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden keg upset us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a eyeglasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court first continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be ready to wager a adequate bit of coin 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 bend slung across my back.