“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 solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared by means of settlers about assorted a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated hogshead hard by us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a telescope and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the excluding before continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be delighted to wager a adequate portion of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the salaam slung across my back.