“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 settlers about multitudinous a firing in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned hogshead hard by us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a field-glasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the excluding first continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be willing to wager a honourable portion of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the bow slung across my back.