“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 low-down of his exploits were shared by means of settlers hither multifarious a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned hogshead apart from us, and I returned his indication 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 man, I’d be ready to wager a honourable speck of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the salaam slung across my back.