“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if low-down of his exploits were shared by means of settlers around many a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a unanimated keg beside us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a field-glasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the court first c |
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