â€śI havenâ€™t seen you in these parts,â€ť the barkeep said, sidling settled to where I sat. â€śDesignationâ€™s Bao.â€ť He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared by way of settlers about assorted a â€šlan in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated butt beside 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 bar in the vanguard continuing.
â€śAs a betting man, Iâ€™d be assenting to wager a honourable portion of coin youâ€™re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the drink and sights,â€ť he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the bend slung across my back.