Today was the day. He'd gotten ready, dressed properly for the weather, while not wearing what he'd call his best clothes. If you were going to possibly get blood on yourself, it was best not to wear clothes you were attached to. All the same, he was bonding with a fellow Death Eater and actually getting to see if his arrows would work. He'd decided to go with the quiver as well. You needed something to store arrows. You couldn't just carry them around. One, there was too many of them and two, people would ask questions. He didn't like questions.
So he made his way to the agreed upon spot with two separate quivers, some paint he'd shrunk to fit in his pockets, and a look that told outside people to leave him alone. However, the moment he spotted Terrence sitting at the bar, he smiled. It might have ruined the look he'd meant to give to anyone else, but that wasn't really too important. "Good afternoon. I hope you haven't been waiting too long."
He took a look at the bows and smiled approvingly. "So. Shall we get our new..." He'd pondered over which word to use before settling on, "friends?"