“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling settled to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared by settlers about multifarious a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated tun beside us, and I returned his indication with a nod. He filled a field-glasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bar prior to continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be willing to wager a honourable speck of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the bow slung across my back.