hallo

“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over and above to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared aside settlers around assorted a fire in Aeternum.


He waved to a unimpassioned keg beside us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a field-glasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bench prior to continuing.


“As a betting fellow, I’d be willing to wager a fair portion of invent 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 with it to the bend slung across my back.