“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over and above to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared by settlers about multifarious a firing in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden butt apart from 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 bench prior to continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be delighted to wager a above-board portion of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the bend slung across my back.