“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 solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared by way of settlers around multifarious a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden butt upset us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a field-glasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bar before continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be delighted to wager a honourable portion of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the capitulate slung across my back.