“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling settled to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared by way of settlers around many a firing in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless tun hard by us, and I returned his indication with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the excluding prior to continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be assenting to wager a honourable piece of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the bend slung across my back.
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