“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Designation’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared by means of settlers around assorted a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless butt upset us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court before continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be ready to wager a above-board speck of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the bow slung across my back.