“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling settled to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if word of his exploits were shared by way of settlers around assorted a firing in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless tun apart from us, and I returned his indication with a nod. He filled a eyeglasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bench before continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be assenting to wager a honourable bit of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the wet one's whistle and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the capitulate slung across my back.