“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared by way of settlers hither many a firing in Aeternum.


He waved to a unanimated butt apart from us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a field-glasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court prior to continuing.


“As a betting fellow, I’d be willing to wager a fair bit of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach for 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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