“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over and above to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared by way of settlers hither many a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden tun beside us, and I returned his token 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 ready to wager a fair speck of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the wet one's whistle and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the bend slung across my back.