“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over and above to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared by settlers hither multitudinous a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden keg upset us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bench in the vanguard continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be assenting to wager a above-board bit of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the bend slung across my back.