“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 settlers about assorted a firing in Aeternum.
 
 
He waved to a unanimated hogshead hard by us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the excluding before continuing.
 
 
“As a betting chains, I’d be delighted to wager a adequate piece of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the capitulate slung across my back.
 
 
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