“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over and above to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared aside settlers about many a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless hogshead beside us, and I returned his indication with a nod. He filled a telescope and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court before continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be assenting to wager a above-board speck of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the bow slung across my back.