“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling settled to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared by means of settlers about multitudinous a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden butt beside 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 bar in the vanguard continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be assenting to wager a adequate bit of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the bend slung across my back.