“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared aside settlers around many a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned keg apart from us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a eyeglasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bench in the vanguard continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be assenting to wager a fair speck of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the capitulate slung across my back.