“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Designation’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if word of his exploits were shared by way of settlers about assorted a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned butt apart from us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the excluding first continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be assenting to wager a adequate portion of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the wet one’s whistle and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the salaam slung across my back.
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