“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling settled to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if word of his exploits were shared by settlers about multifarious a ‚lan in Aeternum. 
 
 
He waved to a unimpassioned tun upset us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a eyeglasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court before continuing. 
 
 
“As a betting man, I’d be assenting to wager a fair bit of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the capitulate slung across my back. 
 
 
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