“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared by way of settlers hither multitudinous a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated hogshead apart from us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a telescope and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court prior to continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be ready to wager a fair portion of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the wet one's whistle and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the capitulate slung across my back.