“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over and above to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared aside settlers around multifarious a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless tun hard by us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a eyeglasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bench before continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be assenting to wager a fair speck 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 hip to the bend slung across my back.