“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 say of his exploits were shared by way of settlers around multitudinous a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden butt beside us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a field-glasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bar before continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be delighted to wager a honourable piece of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the capitulate slung across my back.