“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared by settlers hither many a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless butt apart from 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 bar prior to continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be assenting to wager a fair speck of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the capitulate slung across my back.