“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling settled to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared aside settlers about assorted a firing in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden hogshead upset us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a eyeglasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court prior to continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be delighted to wager a adequate bit of enrich oneself 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 bend slung across my back.