“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 say of his exploits were shared by way of settlers around multitudinous a firing in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned butt upset us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bench before continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be willing to wager a above-board portion of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the bow slung across my back.