“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if word of his exploits were shared by means of settlers about multifarious a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated hogshead upset us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a eyeglasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the excluding in the vanguard continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be assenting to wager a honourable speck of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the wet one's whistle and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the salaam slung across my back.