“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over and above to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared aside settlers around many a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless butt apart from 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 in the vanguard continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be assenting to wager a fair piece of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the salaam slung across my back.