“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared aside settlers about many a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless butt beside us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a field-glasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court in the vanguard continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be willing to wager a above-board bit of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the bend slung across my back.