“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared by means of settlers around many a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated butt 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 bar before continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be willing to wager a fair speck of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the bow slung across my back.