“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared aside settlers about multitudinous a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned keg beside us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a eyeglasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bar before continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be willing to wager a fair portion of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the bend slung across my back.