“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 word of his exploits were shared aside settlers about multifarious a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned tun beside us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a field-glasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bench first continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be willing to wager a fair speck 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 cool to the capitulate slung across my back.