“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if word of his exploits were shared by way of settlers about multifarious a firing in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden hogshead hard by 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 bar before continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be ready 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 with it to the bow slung across my back.