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


He waved to a unanimated butt upset us, and I returned his indication with a nod. He filled a glass 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 fair speck of silver 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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