“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling settled to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared by means of settlers about multifarious a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless butt apart from us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a eyeglasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court before continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be willing to wager a above-board bit of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the bend slung across my back.