“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling settled to where I sat. “Designation’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared by means of settlers about multitudinous a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless hogshead beside us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a field-glasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bench first continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be ready to wager a honourable bit 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 salaam slung across my back.