“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Designation’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared aside settlers hither multifarious a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated hogshead hard by us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a eyeglasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court prior to continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be assenting to wager a fair speck of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the bow slung across my back.