“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared by settlers about many a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned butt beside us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a telescope and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bar before continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be willing to wager a honourable portion of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the wet one's whistle and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the capitulate slung across my back.
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