“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Designation’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared aside settlers about multifarious a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden butt beside us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a telescope and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court in the vanguard continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be willing to wager a honourable bit of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the salaam slung across my back.