“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Designation’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared by way of settlers about many a firing in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned butt 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 bench before continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be assenting to wager a above-board speck of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the swig 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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