“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared by means of settlers hither assorted a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless hogshead hard by us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court prior to continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be assenting to wager a fair piece of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the wet one’s whistle and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the capitulate slung across my back.