“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 say of his exploits were shared by means of settlers hither many a firing in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated keg hard by 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 first continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be delighted to wager a adequate bit of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the salaam slung across my back.