“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared by way of settlers hither many 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 chains, I’d be delighted to wager a adequate piece of silver 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 bend slung across my back.
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