“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 word of his exploits were shared by settlers hither multitudinous a firing in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden hogshead hard by us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a telescope and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bar in the vanguard continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be willing to wager a fair piece of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the capitulate slung across my back.
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