“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if word of his exploits were shared by means of settlers hither many a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned butt hard by us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a eyeglasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bench in the vanguard continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be willing to wager a honourable piece of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the bow slung across my back.
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