“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Designation’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared by settlers about multitudinous a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless tun apart from us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the excluding prior to continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be willing to wager a above-board portion of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the salaam slung across my back.