“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 solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared by settlers hither many a fire in Aeternum. He waved to a wooden hogshead hard by us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a eyeglasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bench prior to continuing. “As a betting chains, I’d be willing to wager a fair bit of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the bow slung across my back. http://hiendlife.com/x1/home.php?mod=space&do=top&view=online&uid=329332
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