“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling settled to where I sat. “Designation’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared aside settlers about multifarious a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated butt apart from us, and I returned his indication with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bar prior to continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be willing to wager a honourable portion 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 salaam slung across my back.