“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared by way of settlers about multitudinous a firing in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned hogshead beside us, and I returned his indication with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court prior to continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be delighted to wager a adequate piece of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the wet one's whistle and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the bow slung across my back.