“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 multifarious a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned hogshead upset us, and I returned his indication 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 fellow, I’d be willing to wager a fair piece of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the bend slung across my back.