“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared aside settlers about assorted a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless tun 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 before continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be ready to wager a fair piece of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the salaam slung across my back.
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