“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if word of his exploits were shared by means of settlers around many a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated butt beside us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a field-glasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bar before continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be delighted to wager a adequate bit of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the bow slung across my back.
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