“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 word of his exploits were shared by settlers about multifarious a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden butt upset us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a eyeglasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bench first continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be ready to wager a honourable portion of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the wet one's whistle and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the bow slung across my back.