“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling settled to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared by means of settlers about multifarious a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless butt hard by us, and I returned his indication with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bench in the vanguard continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be willing to wager a adequate piece of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the wet one's whistle and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the capitulate slung across my back.