“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling settled to where I sat. “Designation’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared aside settlers around multitudinous a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated keg 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 willing to wager a honourable speck of invent 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 with it to the bow slung across my back.