look what the cat dragged in

“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared by means of settlers about multitudinous a verve in Aeternum.


He waved to a wooden tun hard by us, and I returned his gesture with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bench before continuing.


“As a betting houseman, I’d be delighted to wager a fair piece 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 cool to the bend slung across my back.