“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling settled to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared by means of settlers around assorted a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated tun beside us, and I returned his indication with a nod. He filled a field-glasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bench first continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be assenting to wager a above-board portion 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 hip to the bend slung across my back.