David would step forward to the gentleman, spotting these type of men in his fathers own bazaars as a child, “Good day” he would say with a solemn smile, bobbing his head downwards in respect to the man before raising his head and clearing his throat. “I am here to trade in these fur pelts I got from a group of small boars, are you interested at all?” David would then lower a sack held over his right shoulder and drop it on the ground gently, reaching one hand in and carefully taking out a brown pelt. “Fine quality these are, fresh off the boars corpse and lightly tanned for all your winter needs”, he would smile, hoping that the man would seem interested or encouraged by his product and sales pitch.
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