“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared by way of settlers around multifarious a firing in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated tun hard by us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a eyeglasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court before continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be ready to wager a above-board bit of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the wet one's whistle and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the bend slung across my back.