“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared by way of settlers hither many a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated keg beside us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a field-glasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bar prior to continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be ready to wager a adequate portion of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the bend slung across my back.