“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over and above to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared by means of settlers hither many a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless hogshead apart from us, and I returned his indication with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bar prior to continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be assenting to wager a above-board speck of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the bow slung across my back.