By: Trenton Stevens
“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if word of his exploits were shared by settlers hither multifarious a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless keg beside 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 first continuing.
“As a betting fellow, I’d be assenting to wager a adequate piece of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the salaam slung across my back.
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