“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared by way of settlers about multifarious a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless tun upset us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a field-glasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bar prior to continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be delighted to wager a adequate piece of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the salaam slung across my back.