“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Designation’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared by settlers about assorted a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless hogshead upset us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a telescope and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the excluding first continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be delighted to wager a adequate speck 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 capitulate slung across my back.