“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over and above to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared by way of settlers hither many a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden butt hard by us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court in the vanguard continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be willing to wager a adequate speck of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the salaam slung across my back.