“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared by way of settlers about assorted a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden tun apart from 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 bench first continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be delighted to wager a adequate portion of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the capitulate slung across my back.