“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 by way of settlers about many a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless tun apart from 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 excluding prior to continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be willing to wager a above-board speck of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the wet one's whistle and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the capitulate slung across my back.