"Of course, sir."
After handing over another piece of gold, Rhen placed both quivers and the unstrung shortbow in his sack, and slung it and the longbow over his shoulder.
"Thanks again. Know that I won't forget your generosity." He bowed again, and turned to leave.
Outside the tent, he noted the height of the suns, and decided to test his purchases before heading back to his employer. He started down the main road out of town, just to the outskirts where he could test the range and accuracy of the bows.
Nocking an arrow on his newly strung longbow, Rhen set his sights on the horizon, and pulled the great bow back as far as he could. Contrary to the conventional tendency, the left-handed warrior held the bow with his left hand and pulled with his right. He loosed the shaft, taking careful note of the arc and distance of the projectile. Turning to a patch of brush within the weapon's range, he set another arrow on the bow, took aim, and fired. He tried to aim as flat as possible so as not to damage his projectiles and be able to retrieve them later. It wasn't necessary, as he was firing into the soft sand.
After switching to the shortbow and similiarily loosing some practice shots, he collected his arrows. He secured his unstrung shortbow and cloth-capped, small quiver to the sheath of the short sword strapped across his back. Fitting the larger quiver to his left hip, Rhen grinned as he completed his arsenal. His child-like smirk quickly dissolved as the first of the great suns descended beneath the horizon. An awful revelation dawning on him, the ranger scooped up his belongings and dashed across the soft sand to the road, the town, and his employer.