“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Designation’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared by means of settlers hither assorted a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated butt beside us, and I returned his gesture 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 chains, I’d be delighted to wager a fair portion of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the capitulate slung across my back.