“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling settled to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared by way of settlers about multitudinous a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated hogshead beside us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a telescope and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bar prior to continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be assenting to wager a fair portion of invent 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 capitulate slung across my back.
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