"Salutations, I am a hunter. Pleased to make your acquaintance."

He took a step forward as he bowed. Simple, yet graceful and sincere. His clouded eyes scrunched slightly from a warm smile obscured behind his black mask. His demented Saw Cleaver grinned as it hung from his hand, and his Blunderbuss holstered upon the rear of his belt.

"I do apologize profusely if my being has caused great distress, but I mean well. Truly. You have my word upon my blood."