He waved to a unanimated tun beside 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 in the vanguard continuing.

“As a betting fellow, I’d be willing to wager a honourable piece of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the bend slung across my back.

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