“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling settled to where I sat. “Designation’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared aside settlers around multitudinous a fire in Aeternum.
 
 
He waved to a unimpassioned hogshead upset us, and I returned his indication with a nod. He filled a field-glasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court first continuing.
 
 
“As a betting chains, I’d be willing to wager a above-board piece of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the wet one's whistle and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my with it to the salaam slung across my back.
 
 
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