“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared by settlers about multitudinous a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless keg hard by 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 court in the vanguard continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be delighted to wager a above-board piece of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the wet one's whistle and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the bow slung across my back.