“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling settled to where I sat. “Designation’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared aside settlers around many a ‚lan in Aeternum. 
 
 
He waved to a expressionless hogshead beside us, and I returned his indication 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 fellow, I’d be willing to wager a honourable bit of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the wet one's whistle and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the salaam slung across my back. 
 
 
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