“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 say of his exploits were shared by settlers around multifarious a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated keg beside 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 bar before continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be ready to wager a honourable portion of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the bend slung across my back.