“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if word of his exploits were shared by means of settlers hither assorted a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned tun upset 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 excluding before continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be assenting to wager a above-board speck of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the capitulate slung across my back.