“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over and above to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared by settlers about many a firing in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden keg apart from 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 bench before continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be willing to wager a adequate speck of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the wet one's whistle and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the bend slung across my back.
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thank you Kuronaga
