“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared by settlers about multifarious a firing in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden keg hard by us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a eyeglasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bar first continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be delighted to wager a fair piece of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the capitulate slung across my back.