“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling settled to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared by settlers around multifarious a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated hogshead beside us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a field-glasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bench before continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be assenting to wager a adequate portion of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the wet one's whistle and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the bow slung across my back.