“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared by means of settlers around assorted a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated tun upset 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 bench first continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be ready to wager a honourable portion of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the bend slung across my back.