“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling settled to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared aside settlers about multifarious a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden keg hard by us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a field-glasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the excluding first continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be assenting to wager a fair piece of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the bow slung across my back.