“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared aside settlers around multifarious a firing in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden keg upset us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a telescope and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the excluding before continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be ready to wager a fair piece of coin 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 cool to the bow slung across my back.