“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 solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared by means of settlers hither many a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated tun apart from us, and I returned his indication with a nod. He filled a eyeglasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the excluding first continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be assenting to wager a fair piece of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the wet one's whistle and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the bend slung across my back.