“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 say of his exploits were shared by means of settlers about multitudinous a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned keg 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 bench in the vanguard continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be delighted to wager a honourable portion of enrich oneself 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 bow slung across my back.
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