“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared by way of settlers around many a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless keg 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 bench prior to continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be delighted to wager a honourable bit of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the bow slung across my back.