“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 by means of settlers hither many a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated keg hard by us, and I returned his indication with a nod. He filled a eyeglasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bar before continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be ready to wager a adequate bit of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the capitulate slung across my back.