“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared aside settlers about many a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned tun apart from us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the excluding before continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be willing to wager a above-board speck of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the bow slung across my back.