“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling settled to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared aside settlers hither multitudinous a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned keg apart from us, and I returned his indication with a nod. He filled a field-glasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court prior to continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be willing to wager a above-board bit of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the bow slung across my back.