“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Designation’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared aside settlers hither multitudinous a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned tun apart from 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 bench in the vanguard continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be willing to wager a honourable bit of invent 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 bend slung across my back.