“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared aside settlers about multifarious a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden keg 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 bar prior to continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be delighted to wager a above-board bit of invent 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 salaam slung across my back.