“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling settled to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared by way of settlers about multitudinous a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless tun apart from us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bench prior to continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be ready to wager a honourable speck of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the bow slung across my back.