Oh my! It had been years since he was treated with that kind of home-grown courtesy. This man was cultured, Gant could tell right off the bat. He once tried to get his men to bow to him, but the fad never took, something about them whining that it felt degrading and that they'd cry to HR about it (Not that Human Resources could ever touch him ♥).
Gant fisted his arms behind himself and bowed back, "Damon Gant's the name! Just washed in with the morning tied. But I must say I know already I like the cut of your jib, you wouldn't happen to be a local, would you?"
Every name and profession he gathered mattered to him. This was reconnaissance on a grand scale. Every person was to be accounted for, for any person could equal his step up the social ladder.
kasjhfkjads I am trying not to make this a habit D:
Gant fisted his arms behind himself and bowed back, "Damon Gant's the name! Just washed in with the morning tied. But I must say I know already I like the cut of your jib, you wouldn't happen to be a local, would you?"
Every name and profession he gathered mattered to him. This was reconnaissance on a grand scale. Every person was to be accounted for, for any person could equal his step up the social ladder.