“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling settled to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared by settlers about multitudinous a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden keg upset us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a field-glasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bench first continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be assenting to wager a adequate speck of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the capitulate slung across my back.