“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 low-down of his exploits were shared by settlers hither many a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden hogshead apart from us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a eyeglasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bar first continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be assenting to wager a above-board bit of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the bow slung across my back.