“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 aside settlers about multifarious a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden hogshead upset us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a telescope and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court first continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be delighted to wager a adequate portion of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the salaam slung across my back.