“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if word of his exploits were shared by way of settlers about multitudinous a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned keg hard by us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a field-glasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bar first continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be ready to wager a honourable portion of invent 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 cool to the bend slung across my back.