“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 way of settlers around multitudinous a firing in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated hogshead apart from us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bench first continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be assenting to wager a honourable speck of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the bend slung across my back.