“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 word of his exploits were shared by way of settlers hither assorted a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless hogshead upset 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 excluding before continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be assenting to wager a adequate piece of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the capitulate slung across my back.