“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared by way of settlers about many a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden hogshead apart from us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the excluding prior to continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be willing to wager a honourable bit of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the capitulate slung across my back.