“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 word of his exploits were shared by settlers about assorted a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless keg apart from 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 excluding in the vanguard continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be assenting to wager a above-board 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 cool to the bend slung across my back.