“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 low-down of his exploits were shared by settlers around assorted a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless butt upset us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a field-glasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the excluding prior to continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be assenting to wager a above-board piece of coin 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 bow slung across my back.
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