“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over and above to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared by means of settlers about multitudinous a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned tun apart from 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 court prior to continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be assenting to wager a above-board bit of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the capitulate slung across my back.