“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over and above to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared by settlers about many a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless tun beside us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a telescope and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bench in the vanguard continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be assenting to wager a honourable speck of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the capitulate slung across my back.