“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over and above to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared by settlers about multifarious a firing in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless tun beside us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a telescope and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court first continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be delighted to wager a fair piece of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the salaam slung across my back.
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