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“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 say of his exploits were shared by means of settlers about assorted a verve in Aeternum.


He waved to a unimpassioned tun hard by us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a field-glasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court first continuing.


“As a betting chains, I’d be willing to wager a adequate speck of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose 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.