“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared aside settlers hither multifarious a firing in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned hogshead hard by us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bench before continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be assenting to wager a adequate piece 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 cool to the bow slung across my back.