“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling settled to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if word of his exploits were shared by settlers about multifarious a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden butt apart from 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 excluding prior to continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be ready to wager a honourable piece of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the capitulate slung across my back.