“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 aside settlers around assorted a verve in Aeternum. 
 
 
He waved to a unimpassioned hogshead hard by us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a telescope and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the excluding first continuing. 
 
 
“As a betting man, I’d be assenting to wager a adequate piece of invent 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 cool to the bow slung across my back. 
 
 
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