Autumn, 509 AV, Day 81
One day almost exactly three years ago, near the very end of Autumn in the year 510 AV, Mr. Quint Caravel found his casinor drifting into a patch of sea that was nominally controlled by the Truewind Pod. He knew little of these people except that they were often lazy and made him do all the work of setting up the time and place of various meetings. As a naturally lazy person himself he found this rather annoying to have to deal with, but on the plus side most Truewind men were rather easy-going and affable and could therefore be easily cajoled into going along with whatever harebrained scheme Quint had come up with. As most of these schemes involved either women, drinking, acquiring Mizas without having to work for them, spending said Mizas on the women and drinks, or any combination thereof, most people were usually quite willing to go along with his plans.
The fact that they often failed was simply due to the basic fact that his natural laziness had prevented Quint from ever accomplishing anything enough to acquire any sort of competence at it. With the possible exception of seducing lonely drunken women, he really was not very good at anything at all. And the few things he had a tiny bit of ability in were not the sort of abilities any mother would be proud of. Well, a Svefra mother might be moderately proud of them. Quint didn't know. He hadn't seen his own mother in years.
It's not that they were estranged or that she was missing; it was simply that Quint had many, many, many brothers and sisters, and his mother was often busy raising them or having more of them or attempting to have more of them. He was not even sure some of his siblings were biologically compatible with each other. For whatever reason his mother had soured on Svefra men some years ago, and so now-- according to his sister Xiva, who was prone to lie and exaggerate about such matters-- Quint's siblings included a half-Nuit, a half-ghost and a half-pycon. Quint had absolutely no idea how any of that was possible; he had thought that those three races could not... well, he thought the story implausible. But he lacked the knowledge to even know if she was pulling his leg or not.
At any rate, Quint himself was not a full Svefra and thus was always getting lost or was finding himself straggling behind and ending up with some new Pod for a while. More often than not he ended up wrecking his own casinor and had to stow with his sister until he got a new ship of his own. Fortunately today was a calm autumn day, neither too hot nor too cold and the seas were particularly serene.
Quint yawned and stretched and waited to see who he would stumble across first. He himself was a plain and average looking man who wore the most basic and plain clothing, and his casinor lacked any sort of harpoon or weapon.
One day almost exactly three years ago, near the very end of Autumn in the year 510 AV, Mr. Quint Caravel found his casinor drifting into a patch of sea that was nominally controlled by the Truewind Pod. He knew little of these people except that they were often lazy and made him do all the work of setting up the time and place of various meetings. As a naturally lazy person himself he found this rather annoying to have to deal with, but on the plus side most Truewind men were rather easy-going and affable and could therefore be easily cajoled into going along with whatever harebrained scheme Quint had come up with. As most of these schemes involved either women, drinking, acquiring Mizas without having to work for them, spending said Mizas on the women and drinks, or any combination thereof, most people were usually quite willing to go along with his plans.
The fact that they often failed was simply due to the basic fact that his natural laziness had prevented Quint from ever accomplishing anything enough to acquire any sort of competence at it. With the possible exception of seducing lonely drunken women, he really was not very good at anything at all. And the few things he had a tiny bit of ability in were not the sort of abilities any mother would be proud of. Well, a Svefra mother might be moderately proud of them. Quint didn't know. He hadn't seen his own mother in years.
It's not that they were estranged or that she was missing; it was simply that Quint had many, many, many brothers and sisters, and his mother was often busy raising them or having more of them or attempting to have more of them. He was not even sure some of his siblings were biologically compatible with each other. For whatever reason his mother had soured on Svefra men some years ago, and so now-- according to his sister Xiva, who was prone to lie and exaggerate about such matters-- Quint's siblings included a half-Nuit, a half-ghost and a half-pycon. Quint had absolutely no idea how any of that was possible; he had thought that those three races could not... well, he thought the story implausible. But he lacked the knowledge to even know if she was pulling his leg or not.
At any rate, Quint himself was not a full Svefra and thus was always getting lost or was finding himself straggling behind and ending up with some new Pod for a while. More often than not he ended up wrecking his own casinor and had to stow with his sister until he got a new ship of his own. Fortunately today was a calm autumn day, neither too hot nor too cold and the seas were particularly serene.
Quint yawned and stretched and waited to see who he would stumble across first. He himself was a plain and average looking man who wore the most basic and plain clothing, and his casinor lacked any sort of harpoon or weapon.
