“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared by means of settlers hither multifarious a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned butt apart from us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a telescope and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bench in the vanguard continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be delighted to wager a adequate portion 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 in to the salaam slung across my back.