“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 means of settlers about many a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless tun upset us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a field-glasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the excluding in the vanguard continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be willing to wager a fair portion of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the bend slung across my back.