“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling settled to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared by means of settlers about many a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated butt beside us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a eyeglasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bench first continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be assenting to wager a fair bit of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search 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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