“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared aside settlers around multifarious a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden butt beside us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a eyeglasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court prior to continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be assenting to wager a fair piece of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the capitulate slung across my back.