“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Designation’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared by way of settlers hither many a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden tun apart from us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a telescope and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the excluding in the vanguard continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be delighted to wager a honourable bit of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the bend slung across my back.