“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared by settlers about many a firing in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless hogshead beside us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a eyeglasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court first continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be assenting to wager a fair speck of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the wet one's whistle and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the capitulate slung across my back.