“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling settled to where I sat. “Designation’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared by settlers around multifarious a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless 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 bench first continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be delighted to wager a adequate bit of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the capitulate slung across my back.