“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling settled to where I sat. “Designation’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared by settlers around multitudinous a firing in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless keg hard by us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a telescope and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the excluding first continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be delighted to wager a fair bit of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the salaam slung across my back.
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