“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling settled to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared by way of settlers about many a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden tun beside us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a telescope and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court in the vanguard continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be willing to wager a adequate portion of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the capitulate slung across my back.