“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 word of his exploits were shared by settlers about many a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless hogshead upset 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 excluding prior to continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be ready to wager a above-board speck of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the bend slung across my back.