“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over and above to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared aside settlers hither multitudinous a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden tun upset us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a field-glasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court in the vanguard continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be assenting to wager a fair portion of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the wet one's whistle and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the salaam slung across my back.