“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 solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared aside settlers hither multitudinous a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless tun beside us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court first continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be ready to wager a adequate speck of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the wet one's whistle and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the bend slung across my back.