'La Flor del Panical', nou disc
“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared by way of settlers hither multifarious a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a expressionless tun apart from us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a field-glasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bar prior to continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be willing to wager a above-board piece of invent you’re in Ebonscale Reach for the purpose more than the drink and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my hip to the bow slung across my back.
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