Ψηφιακή εκτύπωση Paintings 001
“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling over and above to where I sat. “Designation’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared by settlers about multifarious a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden hogshead apart from us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a field-glasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bench first continuing.
“As a betting man, I’d be assenting to wager a adequate portion 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 hip to the salaam slung across my back.
Η Βαθμολογία σας
Όχι και τόσο κακό
Η Κριτική σας