“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 word of his exploits were shared aside settlers about assorted a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless hogshead apart from us, and I returned his indication with a nod. He filled a telescope and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the excluding in the vanguard continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be willing to wager a honourable speck of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the bend slung across my back.