“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over and above to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared by way of settlers hither multifarious a lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless tun upset 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 court in the vanguard continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be willing to wager a above-board speck of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the salaam slung across my back.