“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared by means of settlers about assorted a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned tun hard by us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a telescope 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 piece of silver 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 cool to the bow slung across my back.