Northstar Vale Tactiques de Manipulation

Abruptly, the man rose. Tousaint sat up, wondering quietly to himself how the man expected to curry favour with a woman if he was in such a rush all the time. He cut to the point, finished conversations when he was done with them- and shed no more than a minute longer on anything if he didn’t have to. 

Tousaint could weather the man’s abrupt nature, however; he’d been promised a favour, one he might have to call upon sooner or later. He did not need a gift- that was not what the arrangement had been- but he hoped simply that when the time came, Chaudry would remember that he owed Tousaint one.