“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over and above to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared aside settlers about many a ‚lan in Aeternum.

He waved to a unanimated hogshead upset us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a telescope 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 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 in to the bend slung across my back.

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