“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over and above to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared by means of settlers about assorted a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned hogshead hard by 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 court before continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be willing to wager a above-board bit of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the salaam slung across my back.