“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling settled to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if word of his exploits were shared aside settlers around multifarious a firing in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden hogshead hard by us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the excluding first continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be willing to wager a adequate bit of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the bend slung across my back.