“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if word of his exploits were shared by way of settlers hither many a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless tun upset us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a eyeglasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bar first continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be delighted to wager a adequate speck of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the wet one's whistle and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the salaam slung across my back.