“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 word of his exploits were shared by means of settlers about many a firing in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless butt upset us, and I returned his indication with a nod. He filled a telescope and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court prior to continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be willing to wager a adequate bit of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the salaam slung across my back.