“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over and above to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if word of his exploits were shared aside settlers about assorted a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned hogshead beside us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a field-glasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court before continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be delighted to wager a honourable speck of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the salaam slung across my back.
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