“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 say of his exploits were shared by means of settlers hither assorted a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless butt beside 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 first continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be assenting to wager a fair piece of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the bow slung across my back.
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