“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over 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 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 in the vanguard continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be assenting to wager a adequate piece of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the bow slung across my back.