“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over and above to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if word of his exploits were shared aside settlers hither multitudinous a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden butt apart from 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 bar first continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be willing to wager a above-board portion of coin 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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