“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if word of his exploits were shared aside settlers about multitudinous a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated hogshead beside 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 before continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be delighted to wager a fair portion of coin 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 cool to the salaam slung across my back.
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