“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling settled to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if word of his exploits were shared by settlers about multitudinous a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden butt hard by us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a field-glasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bench prior to continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be assenting to wager a above-board bit of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the bow slung across my back.
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