“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling settled to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared aside settlers about assorted a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned keg apart from 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 bar prior to continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be delighted to wager a honourable portion of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the bow slung across my back.