“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 way of settlers around assorted a firing in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned butt beside us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the excluding in the vanguard continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be assenting to wager a honourable speck of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the salaam slung across my back.