“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over and above to where I sat. “Designation’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared by settlers hither assorted a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless hogshead apart from us, and I returned his gesticulate 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 assenting to wager a adequate piece of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the bend slung across my back.