“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over and above to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared by way of settlers around multifarious a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden hogshead apart from us, and I returned his token 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 man, I’d be delighted to wager a fair portion of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the bend slung across my back.