“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if word of his exploits were shared by means of settlers hither many a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden keg hard by us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a telescope and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bar prior to continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be willing to wager a above-board piece of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the bend slung across my back.