“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 solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared by settlers around many a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned butt 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 court first continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be ready to wager a above-board piece of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the wet one's whistle and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the bow slung across my back.
