“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 low-down of his exploits were shared aside settlers about many a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned butt upset 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 court first continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be delighted to wager a adequate piece of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the bend slung across my back.