“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling settled to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared by way of settlers around multitudinous a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden tun hard by us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court before continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be ready to wager a adequate speck of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the bow slung across my back.