“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 solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared by settlers about many a verve in Aeternum. 
 
 
He waved to a wooden butt apart from 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 court prior to continuing. 
 
 
“As a betting houseman, I’d be assenting to wager a fair portion of enrich oneself 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 hip to the bow slung across my back. 
 
 
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