“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 low-down of his exploits were shared by way of settlers around assorted a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned tun hard by us, and I returned his token 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 man, I’d be willing to wager a adequate portion of coin 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 cool to the bow slung across my back.