“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling settled to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared aside settlers about multitudinous a firing in Aeternum. 
 
 
He waved to a unanimated tun upset us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a field-glasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court before continuing. 
 
 
“As a betting houseman, I’d be assenting to wager a honourable speck of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search 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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