“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Designation’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared aside settlers about multitudinous a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless keg apart from us, and I returned his indication with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bar first continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be assenting to wager a above-board piece of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the bow slung across my back.