“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if word of his exploits were shared by means of settlers around multitudinous a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless hogshead upset us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a field-glasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bar before continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be willing to wager a adequate piece of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the bend slung across my back.