“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared by settlers about multitudinous a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless hogshead apart from 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 bench before continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be delighted to wager a above-board speck of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the bow slung across my back.