“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared by settlers around assorted a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned tun beside us, and I returned his indication with a nod. He filled a field-glasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court prior to continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be willing to wager a above-board speck of coin 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 in to the bend slung across my back.