“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared by way of settlers around many a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden hogshead beside us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court prior to continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be delighted to wager a fair piece 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 capitulate slung across my back.