“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over and above to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared by settlers about assorted a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned keg hard by us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a field-glasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bench before continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be delighted to wager a honourable portion of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the wet one's whistle and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the capitulate slung across my back.