“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 solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared by settlers around multifarious a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated butt upset us, and I returned his indication with a nod. He filled a eyeglasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bench before continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be willing to wager a adequate bit of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the bend slung across my back.