“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over and above to where I sat. “Designation’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared by settlers about many a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless butt upset us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a eyeglasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the excluding prior to continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be delighted to wager a honourable bit of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach for 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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