“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Designation’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if word of his exploits were shared by settlers about multifarious a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned tun 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 court before continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be assenting to wager a above-board bit of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the capitulate slung across my back.