“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over and above to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared by settlers around multifarious a firing in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned butt apart from 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 court before continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be willing to wager a above-board bit of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the capitulate slung across my back.