“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 word of his exploits were shared by means of settlers hither multitudinous a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless tun hard by us, and I returned his indication with a nod. He filled a field-glasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court before continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be ready to wager a above-board bit of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the wet one's whistle and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the salaam slung across my back.