“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared by means of settlers about many a lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless tun 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 bar in the vanguard continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be willing to wager a above-board speck of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the wet one's whistle and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the capitulate slung across my back.
