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<blockquote data-quote="Verbatim" data-source="post: 2282068" data-attributes="member: 15549">The albino was late, and tardiness was a trait that Salvatos despised in people, regardless of their race.Wiping a silk rag nervously across his sweating brow, the thin, some woulddescribe him as ferretish looking, man looked out across the marketplace once more hoping to catch sight of the cloaked ranger.Salvatos did not know what disturbed him most about the hunter, as there were many things he admitted to himself, but what he did know was that the sooner he got the pelt and could leave this backwoods town, the better.~Why Master Brockton did not come here himself to get this pelt is beyond me. Surely his skills with the bow match any simple hunter that makes his living here.~Raising his rag once more to his brow, Salvatos' nervous eyes finally came to rest on the slowly approaching hunter.~He acts as if all of Faerun is on his schedule. If Master Brockton did not need my services so quickly, I would school this upstart in proper etiquette. He should thank the gods for his good fortune.~Forcing himself to remember that to the ranger he was nothing more than a simple merchant out to gather rare pelts, Salvatos cleared his mind and&nbsp; when he spoke, his words were those of a hopeful merchant, not the personal valet of a baron.&quot;Good afternoon Master Tracker, were you able to acquire the pelt?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Verbatim, post: 2282068, member: 15549"] The albino was late, and tardiness was a trait that Salvatos despised in people, regardless of their race. Wiping a silk rag nervously across his sweating brow, the thin, some would describe him as ferretish looking, man looked out across the marketplace once more hoping to catch sight of the cloaked ranger. Salvatos did not know what disturbed him most about the hunter, as there were many things he admitted to himself, but what he did know was that the sooner he got the pelt and could leave this backwoods town, the better. [i]~Why Master Brockton did not come here himself to get this pelt is beyond me. Surely his skills with the bow match any simple hunter that makes his living here.~[/i] Raising his rag once more to his brow, Salvatos' nervous eyes finally came to rest on the slowly approaching hunter. [i]~He acts as if all of Faerun is on his schedule. If Master Brockton did not need my services so quickly, I would school this upstart in proper etiquette. He should thank the gods for his good fortune.~[/i] Forcing himself to remember that to the ranger he was nothing more than a simple merchant out to gather rare pelts, Salvatos cleared his mind and when he spoke, his words were those of a hopeful merchant, not the personal valet of a baron. [color=lightblue]"Good afternoon Master Tracker, were you able to acquire the pelt?"[/color] [/QUOTE]

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