“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if word of his exploits were shared by settlers around multitudinous a firing in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless keg apart from us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a field-glasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the excluding prior to continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be ready to wager a above-board piece of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the carouse 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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