“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 by settlers around multifarious a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned hogshead apart from 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 bench before continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be willing to wager a honourable portion of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the wet one's whistle and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the salaam slung across my back.