“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 low-down of his exploits were shared by settlers about many a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden tun beside us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a eyeglasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court before continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be delighted to wager a fair bit of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the capitulate slung across my back.