“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling settled 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 multifarious a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless tun hard by us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a eyeglasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the excluding first continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be ready to wager a honourable portion of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the capitulate slung across my back.
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