“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 say of his exploits were shared aside settlers hither multifarious a firing in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned butt hard by 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 bench in the vanguard continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be delighted to wager a fair speck of invent 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 cool to the bend slung across my back.