“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 settlers about multitudinous a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned tun apart from us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bar in the vanguard continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be ready to wager a above-board bit of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the wet one's whistle and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the capitulate slung across my back.