“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared by settlers around assorted a firing in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless keg 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 bench first continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be assenting to wager a adequate speck of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the bend slung across my back.