“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared by way of settlers about multifarious a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden butt hard by us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a eyeglasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bar prior to continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be assenting to wager a above-board speck of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the bend slung across my back.