“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 low-down of his exploits were shared by means of settlers around multitudinous a firing in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless hogshead hard by us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a eyeglasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bar prior to continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be delighted to wager a above-board speck of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the bend slung across my back.