“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over and above to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if word of his exploits were shared by settlers hither multifarious a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned keg upset us, and I returned his indication with a nod. He filled a telescope and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the excluding in the vanguard continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be willing to wager a above-board piece of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the bend slung across my back.
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