“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 solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared by settlers around multifarious a ‚lan in Aeternum. 
 
 
He waved to a wooden hogshead beside us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bar in the vanguard continuing. 
 
 
“As a betting man, I’d be willing to wager a above-board piece of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the capitulate slung across my back. 
 
 
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