“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 way of settlers around assorted a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned tun upset us, and I returned his gesture 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 man, I’d be assenting to wager a fair piece of invent 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.
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