“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared by means of settlers around multifarious a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden butt beside us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a field-glasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bench in the vanguard continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be willing to wager a above-board speck of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the bow slung across my back.