“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Designation’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared aside settlers around assorted a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated keg upset us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a field-glasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court in the vanguard continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be willing to wager a above-board speck of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the salaam slung across my back.