“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over and above to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared by way of settlers about multifarious a ‚lan in Aeternum.


He waved to a unanimated hogshead apart from us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bench first continuing.


“As a betting fellow, I’d be willing to wager a adequate piece of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the bend slung across my back.


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