“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over and above to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared by way of settlers hither many a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden 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 excluding before continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be delighted to wager a above-board piece of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the bow slung across my back.