“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if word of his exploits were shared by settlers about multifarious a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless keg apart from us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court first continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be ready to wager a adequate portion of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the bow slung across my back.