“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling settled to where I sat. “Designation’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared by settlers hither many a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless hogshead hard by us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bar prior to continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be ready to wager a above-board portion 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 cool to the bow slung across my back.
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