“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling settled to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared by settlers about multifarious a firing in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless butt hard by us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a field-glasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court first continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be ready to wager a above-board portion of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the bend slung across my back.