“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 solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared by way of settlers around multifarious a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless butt apart from us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a eyeglasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court before continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be assenting to wager a above-board bit of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the bend slung across my back.