“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 say of his exploits were shared by way of settlers around assorted a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated tun apart from us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a telescope and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bar first continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be ready to wager a above-board portion of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the bow slung across my back.