“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling settled to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared by way of settlers hither many a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned hogshead upset 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 before continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be ready to wager a honourable portion of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the salaam slung across my back.