“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling settled to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared by way of settlers about many a verve in Aeternum.


He waved to a wooden tun beside us, and I returned his indication with a nod. He filled a telescope and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bench first continuing.


“As a betting houseman, I’d be ready to wager a fair bit of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the bow slung across my back.


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