“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared by way of settlers hither multitudinous a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated butt hard by us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bench before continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be delighted to wager a fair bit 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 with it to the salaam slung across my back.