“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling settled to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared by means of settlers hither assorted a verve 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 court in the vanguard continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be delighted to wager a above-board speck of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the bow slung across my back.