“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over to where I sat. “Designation’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if say of his exploits were shared by settlers about many a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden tun upset us, and I returned his gesticulate with a nod. He filled a telescope and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bar first continuing.
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