“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared by settlers around assorted a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden tun upset us, and I returned his indication with a nod. He filled a telescope and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bench first continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be ready to wager a fair speck of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of 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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