“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 solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared by way of settlers around many a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden butt upset us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a field-glasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the excluding before continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be ready to wager a adequate 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 in to the bow slung across my back.