“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared by settlers hither assorted a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated hogshead upset us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a telescope and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court prior to continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be willing to wager a honourable bit of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the capitulate slung across my back.
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