“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling settled to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared by way of settlers about multifarious a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden butt beside us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a telescope and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the excluding first continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be willing to wager a adequate bit of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the wet one's whistle and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the bend slung across my back.