“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over and above to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if word of his exploits were shared by means of settlers about multitudinous a firing in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless hogshead beside us, and I returned his indication with a nod. He filled a eyeglasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the excluding prior to continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be ready to wager a above-board piece of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the bow slung across my back.