“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling settled to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if word of his exploits were shared by means of settlers about multitudinous a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated tun upset us, and I returned his indication with a nod. He filled a eyeglasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bench before continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be assenting to wager a adequate piece of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the bow slung across my back.