“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over and above to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if word of his exploits were shared aside settlers about multifarious a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated hogshead beside us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a eyeglasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the excluding prior to continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be assenting to wager a fair piece of coin 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 with it to the salaam slung across my back.