“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared by means of settlers about many a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned hogshead apart from us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a field-glasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bar first continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be ready to wager a above-board piece of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the bend slung across my back.