“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared by way of settlers about assorted a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless tun upset 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 bar prior to continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be ready to wager a above-board portion of coin 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 hip to the bow slung across my back.