“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling settled to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared by settlers hither multifarious a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden butt apart from us, and I returned his token 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 chains, I’d be willing to wager a adequate portion of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the wet one\'s whistle and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the bow slung across my back.