Open Quint randomly wanders around

[Jax Bradshaw]

Jax just continued watching the man with the journal, intrigued by his actions. It seemed he was drunk because this wasn't normal behavior. Unless this was a whole new side to Sunberth that Jax had never seen. Jax turned his attention back to the bearded man who seemed to jut be staring at him, probably his very noticeable tattoo. He spoke again, "King, just King. Hi."

"Name's Jax," Jax didn't have any qualms about telling the man his name since he almost definitely has no connection with Zeltiva by the look of him.

"You're eyeing him and you're eyeing him with that street predator sight. Salesman, thief, corpse-peddler, pimp, what's your angle? Because he's prime for all of those..."

"I'm just people-watching. And this one happened to catch my eye."

King's vision seemed to switch over to the woman the journal man had found. "He's completely bonkers. Completely far gone. Might be religion. Or mental illness. Really thin line there. But her, she can be completely crazy."

After that, King stood up and left Jax to get up and talk to them. Jax sighed and became interested in the possible outcome, so got up and followed.

[Remaello]

Eighteenth Day of Winter, 513 AV The desperate season always brought out rather colourful characters, and Remaello watched from his perch as two rough looking characters plotted below him in the slush-bound street. The Pycon looked over the wildly gesticulating stranger, who made an obvious mark for every cutpurse in a visual range, and scowled. Something wasn’t quite right about him, it was as if he was trying too hard to seem strange. Perhaps it was a trick, an attempt to lure unsuspecting thieves…and then his assistant brought him his robe and wizard staff. So that was it, he was a spellslinger. Remaello didn’t know much about the wizarding folk. Didn’t know anything really, except that they were not to be trifled with, and moreover, that they were widely despised by Sunberthans in general. Across the square, others watched the ramblings of the strange be-robed scholar with curiosity replaced by fierce scowls, and their numbers began to grow. Shopkeeps and labourers who had been busy shovelling piles of slushy hail from the boardwalks and rooftops stopped to gape at the seemingly mad ramblings and gesticulations of a robed and staff-wielding stranger, and a pallor of suspicion and fear settled over them, with whispers of 'witch' and 'wizard' fluttering around the square. When Quint spoke, Remaello’s little ears pricked up. That was no spell being cast, that was the trade language of the Sea-peoples. The Pycon had picked up a little Fratava from his itinerant father, and he strained to hear what on earth the two were rambling about. When the two rough-looking men wandered over towards Quint's female companion, Remaello stood to his feet. He was interested in the Svefra, and didn't particularly want to see him face the pitchfork and torch crew that seemed to be gathering across the square, nor a mugging from the nearer men. But the Pycon was patient enough to wait for the right moment to intervene, if necessary.

[Quint Caravel]

oocGoing to park Quint for a bit, at least for a few days OOC, as I'm now reaching 60 days (I have 57? 58?) and I want time to review the various cities, do guess STing and Wiki work without worrying that I'm holding anyone up. Feel free to chat amongst yourselves or with Remaello. Other people are still welcome to join in.

While everyone stood around watching themselves and each other, Quint wandered off with Xiva. They went back, dancing all the way, to the their Casinor and then out to sea as it was time for Xiva to do her daily worship of Laviku.

They would not be seen in Sunberth again for some time, at least until after the 31st of Winter.