He waved to a wooden tun hard by us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a eyeglasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bar first continuing.

“As a betting chains, I’d be delighted to wager a above-board speck of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach for more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the bow slung across my back.

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