“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 solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared by settlers around multitudinous a ‚lan in Aeternum.


He waved to a unanimated butt beside us, and I returned his indication with a nod. He filled a field-glasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the excluding first continuing.


“As a betting houseman, I’d be ready to wager a fair speck of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the bend slung across my back.


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