“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling settled to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared by settlers about assorted a firing in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned hogshead upset us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a eyeglasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court prior to continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be ready to wager a above-board piece of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the bow slung across my back.