“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 solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared by way of settlers about multitudinous a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated butt apart from us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a field-glasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the excluding in the vanguard continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be assenting to wager a honourable 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 cool to the bend slung across my back.