“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over and above to where I sat. “Designation’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared by way of settlers hither multifarious a firing in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned butt hard by us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a telescope and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bench first continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be delighted to wager a above-board speck of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the bend slung across my back.