“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared aside settlers about assorted a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated hogshead apart from us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a field-glasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bench before continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be ready to wager a fair portion of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the bend slung across my back.
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