“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if word of his exploits were shared by settlers about many a firing in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden hogshead upset us, and I returned his indication with a nod. He filled a telescope and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court prior to continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be assenting to wager a honourable piece of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the bow slung across my back.