“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared aside settlers about multitudinous a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated tun beside 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 assenting to wager a honourable piece of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the wet one's whistle and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the bow slung across my back.
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