“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 low-down of his exploits were shared aside settlers about many a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned butt hard by 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 excluding first continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be delighted to wager a above-board speck of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the bow slung across my back.