“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over and above to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared by settlers around many a firing in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned hogshead apart from us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a eyeglasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the excluding first continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be assenting to wager a adequate piece of enrich oneself 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 hip to the salaam slung across my back.