“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling settled to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared by way of settlers hither multitudinous a firing in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated keg beside 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 court in the vanguard continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be delighted to wager a fair portion of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the bend slung across my back.