“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 say of his exploits were shared aside settlers about many a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden tun hard by us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a field-glasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court prior to continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be ready to wager a above-board portion of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the bow slung across my back.