“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over and above to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared by way of settlers around multitudinous a firing in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned tun hard by 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 court prior to continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be delighted to wager a fair speck of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the wet one's whistle and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the bend slung across my back.
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