“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Designation’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared aside settlers hither multifarious a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden keg apart from 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 court before continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be willing to wager a above-board bit of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the bow slung across my back.