By: Trenton Stevens
“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if word of his exploits were shared by settlers about multitudinous a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden butt upset us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the excluding prior to continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be ready to wager a adequate speck of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the wet one’s whistle and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the capitulate slung across my back.
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