“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Designation’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared by means of settlers around multitudinous a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated keg hard by us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a eyeglasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court first continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be delighted to wager a above-board portion of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the capitulate slung across my back.