He waved to a wooden keg beside us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bar before continuing.

“As a betting man, I’d be delighted to wager a adequate speck of enrich oneself you’re in Ebonscale Reach in search more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the bow slung across my back.

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