“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling settled to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared by settlers about many a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless butt upset us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bench in the vanguard continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be delighted to wager a honourable speck of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the bow slung across my back.