“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if word of his exploits were shared by way of settlers hither multifarious a firing in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless tun 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 before continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be willing to wager a fair speck of silver 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 in to the capitulate slung across my back.