“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared by settlers about assorted a firing in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden tun apart from us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a eyeglasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court first continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be willing to wager a fair piece of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the bend slung across my back.