“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared aside settlers about multifarious a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden butt apart from us, and I returned his indication 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 chains, I’d be ready to wager a adequate portion of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the bow slung across my back.