«I haven’t seen you in these parts,» the barkeep said, sidling over and above to where I sat. «Name’s Bao.» He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared by way of settlers around assorted a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless keg upset 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 bar prior to continuing.
«As a betting man, I’d be willing to wager a above-board portion of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the swig and sights,» he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the capitulate slung across my back.
