ciao

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


He waved to a unanimated hogshead hard by us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a telescope and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court first continuing.


“As a betting man, I’d be assenting to wager a fair portion 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 with it to the bend slung across my back.