'La Flor del Panical', nou disc
“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Repute’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared by way of settlers about multitudinous a fire in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless keg upset 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 bench prior to continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be ready to wager a above-board bit of coin 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 with it to the salaam slung across my back.
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