“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 say of his exploits were shared by way of settlers about multifarious a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned keg hard by 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 bench first continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be willing to wager a adequate piece of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the capitulate slung across my back.