“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over and above to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if word of his exploits were shared by settlers about assorted a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden tun beside 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 prior to continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be assenting to wager a fair speck of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the bow slung across my back.