“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Designation’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared by way of settlers about multitudinous a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned hogshead apart from us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a field-glasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the excluding prior to continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be ready to wager a honourable portion of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the bow slung across my back.