“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over and above to where I sat. “Designation’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared aside settlers about multifarious a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden keg apart from us, and I returned his indication with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the excluding in the vanguard continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be delighted to wager a fair speck of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the salaam slung across my back.