“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over and above to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if word of his exploits were shared by way of settlers hither assorted a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated tun hard by 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 bench prior to continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be assenting to wager a adequate bit of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the salaam slung across my back.