“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared by means of settlers about multifarious a firing in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated hogshead apart from us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court first continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be delighted to wager a fair speck of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the capitulate slung across my back.