“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 aside settlers about multitudinous a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated butt beside 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 excluding in the vanguard continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be delighted to wager a adequate speck of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the salaam slung across my back.