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


He waved to a unimpassioned hogshead 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 court in the vanguard continuing.


“As a betting houseman, I’d be delighted to wager a fair piece of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the capitulate slung across my back.


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