“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 low-down of his exploits were shared by means of settlers about multifarious a firing in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated butt hard by us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bar prior to continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be delighted to wager a above-board bit of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the wet one's whistle and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the capitulate slung across my back.