“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Designation’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared by settlers about multitudinous a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated hogshead hard by us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bench prior to continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be delighted to wager a honourable speck of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the bow slung across my back.