“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 around assorted a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden keg upset us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a telescope and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court first continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be delighted to wager a fair bit of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the salaam slung across my back.