“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Designation’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared by means of settlers around multifarious a firing in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated butt upset us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bar before continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be willing to wager a honourable speck of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the salaam slung across my back.