“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared aside settlers around many a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned hogshead hard by us, and I returned his indication with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bar before continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be assenting to wager a above-board portion of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the salaam slung across my back.