“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over and above to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared by means of settlers about multitudinous a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned keg hard by us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a telescope and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the excluding before continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be ready to wager a adequate piece of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the wet one's whistle and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the bow slung across my back.