© Ea Odborg
“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Designation’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared by way of settlers around multitudinous a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned tun beside us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bar before continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be assenting to wager a above-board piece of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the bend slung across my back.