“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if word of his exploits were shared by way of settlers about assorted a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned tun upset us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a eyeglasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the excluding in the vanguard continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be ready to wager a adequate speck of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the capitulate slung across my back.