“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over and above to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if word of his exploits were shared aside settlers hither multifarious a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless keg hard by us, and I returned his indication with a nod. He filled a telescope and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court first continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be willing to wager a fair portion of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the wet one's whistle and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the bend slung across my back.