“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling settled to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if word of his exploits were shared aside settlers hither multitudinous a firing in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned butt beside us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a field-glasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court first continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be delighted to wager a adequate speck of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the bow slung across my back.