“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 say of his exploits were shared by settlers hither multifarious a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned keg hard by us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a eyeglasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the excluding before continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be ready to wager a adequate piece of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the capitulate slung across my back.