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“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Name’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared by means of settlers about assorted a ‚lan in Aeternum.


He waved to a expressionless hogshead hard by us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bench before continuing.


“As a betting houseman, I’d be delighted to wager a adequate piece of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the salaam slung across my back.