“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling settled to where I sat. “Designation’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared aside settlers about many a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless 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 first continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be willing to wager a above-board bit of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the capitulate slung across my back.