“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over and above to where I sat. “Designation’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared by settlers hither multifarious a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless hogshead upset 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 court in the vanguard continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be assenting to wager a adequate piece of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the wet one's whistle and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the capitulate slung across my back.