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“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Designation’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared aside settlers about many a fire in Aeternum.


He waved to a wooden keg 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 bar prior to continuing.


“As a betting chains, I’d be willing to wager a fair bit of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the bend slung across my back.