“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over and above to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared aside settlers about multitudinous a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated butt hard by us, and I returned his indication with a nod. He filled a telescope and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bench before continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be willing to wager a adequate portion of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the wet one's whistle and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the bend slung across my back.