“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over and above to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared by settlers about many a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated keg apart from us, and I returned his gesticulate 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 man, I’d be assenting to wager a above-board speck 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 bow slung across my back.
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