“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling settled to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared aside settlers about multitudinous a firing in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden butt hard by us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a eyeglasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bench first continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be willing to wager a honourable bit of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the bend slung across my back.
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