“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared by way of settlers hither multitudinous a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned keg hard by us, and I returned his indication with a nod. He filled a telescope and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bench in the vanguard continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be assenting to wager a honourable speck of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the capitulate slung across my back.