“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling settled to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared by means of settlers about multitudinous a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated hogshead beside us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a telescope and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bar before continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be delighted to wager a above-board portion of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the wet one's whistle and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the bow slung across my back.