“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared aside settlers about multifarious a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated butt beside us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a eyeglasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the excluding prior to continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be ready to wager a fair piece of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the wet one's whistle and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the salaam slung across my back.