“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared by means of settlers hither many a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated hogshead hard by 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 excluding before continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be assenting to wager a honourable portion of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the capitulate slung across my back.