“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 word of his exploits were shared by means of settlers about many a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden butt hard by us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a telescope and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court prior to continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be willing to wager a adequate piece of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the wet one's whistle and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the salaam slung across my back.