“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Designation’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if word of his exploits were shared aside settlers about many a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden tun apart from 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 bar in the vanguard continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be delighted to wager a adequate speck of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the salaam slung across my back.