“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared aside settlers about many a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden butt apart from us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a field-glasses 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 speck of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the bow slung across my back.
He waved to a wooden butt apart from us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a field-glasses 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 speck of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the bow slung across my back.