“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Designation’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared by settlers about assorted a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned butt upset us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a telescope and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bar first continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be ready to wager a fair portion of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the bend slung across my back.
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