“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Designation’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared by settlers hither multitudinous a firing in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden tun apart from 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 excluding first continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be willing to wager a above-board piece of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the salaam slung across my back.