“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 say of his exploits were shared by way of settlers about multifarious a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden butt beside us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a field-glasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court first continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be willing to wager a fair bit of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the salaam slung across my back.