“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared aside settlers about multitudinous a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated hogshead upset us, and I returned his indication with a nod. He filled a eyeglasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court first continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be assenting to wager a honourable bit of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the wet one’s whistle and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the salaam slung across my back.
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