“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared aside settlers around many a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden butt hard by us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a eyeglasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the excluding before continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be willing to wager a above-board speck of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the bow slung across my back.
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