“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 solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared aside settlers around multitudinous a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned keg beside 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 first continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be assenting to wager a fair bit of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the bend slung across my back.