“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over and above to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared by means of settlers hither multitudinous a firing in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden butt 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 bench prior to continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be willing to wager a adequate portion of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the bow slung across my back.