“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared by settlers about assorted a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless tun upset us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a telescope and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the excluding prior to continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be delighted to wager a adequate speck 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 in to the bow slung across my back.