“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared by settlers around multifarious a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden keg upset us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a eyeglasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court first continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be assenting to wager a honourable portion of enrich oneself 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 bend slung across my back.