“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if word of his exploits were shared aside settlers about assorted a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated hogshead beside 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 excluding prior to continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be delighted to wager a honourable speck of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the capitulate slung across my back.