“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 solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared aside settlers about multifarious a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless keg beside 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 bench prior to continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be delighted to wager a fair portion of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the wet one's whistle and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the bend slung across my back.