“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Designation’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared aside settlers hither multitudinous a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless hogshead hard by us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a telescope and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court before continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be delighted to wager a adequate portion of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the bend slung across my back.
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