“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 word of his exploits were shared by way of settlers hither many a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated tun hard by us, and I returned his indication with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the excluding before continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be willing to wager a honourable speck of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the capitulate slung across my back.