Renata, 998
Quirinus Helvig walked along his farmland - the Helvig clan farmland. It was vast and large enough to sell the wheat to thousands of people. The grass grew along the land, being cut by the slaves that worked there.
There were very minimal paid workers here - mostly slaves all about. Likely fifty or so, no doubt. Much different from another land that sat south of here, Tegvongon, or Slavers Bay as locals called it.
Quirinus’ dark hair blew in the wind, coming from the sea. The farm sat close to the shoreline, all one could see looking out was the ocean.
“Quirinus!” A young man called, while walking toward him. He was much taller than Quirinus. He had blonde hair and appeared of a different race than Quirinus. Most of the Helvig clan was of the Wioloen race. With tanned skin and dark hair. While others were part of the Ureshii race. The man wore minimal armor, almost like he was ready for a possible battle that wouldn’t be. He wore a Yohengvon - a long shirt that went to slightly above his knees. Common clothing for the culture of Renata.
The man smiled as he approached the clan leader. “How are you on this fine day?” He asked while presenting the calm day to him with his hands. The sun shined nicely across their part of the world. There were almost no clouds either. It was calm and peaceful.
“I am well, Julius” Quirinus replied, playing little mind to him. He paused his walking to see what the man wanted.
Julius nodded along. “That is good,” he said, chuckling. “I see you are not much of a talker today. Is there anything the matter?” He asked, appearing concerned.
“I just finished my Jvenon with Thorold,” Quirinus replied, his expression emotionless and dull.
There was a moment of silence as Julius thought of the boring conversation that would likely resume after he asked that. He somehow regretted his decision to ask instead of just going about his day. But he wanted to stay captain here, and that would not be possible if he did not have small talk to help Quirinus’ ego stay strong. “I’m sure that must have been hard,” he stated, reluctantly, as the man before him nodded in agreement.
“Yes, I just had to marry off my eldest son who was supposed to be my heir, but since my wife had an affair, that’s out of the question,” Quirinus replied, his face still remaining expressionless.
Julius laughed internally. The pay was good no doubt, but he didn’t know how long he could attend to being a counselor for his master. “Yeah, that’s tough,” he replied, rubbing his back as he looked off to the sun.
“Yes, it is in fact. So much for my actual smart son. I’ll just have to let the other one be the heir and marry him off to the Lund clan,” he replied.
Julius’ eyes widened in surprise. He moved his hand back to the front of him, now more intrigued than ever. “But- about the war?” he asked or said, he wasn’t really quite sure.
“Yes, the war of my father. I’m not really interested in such things. I’d rather quietly make fun of Eric from afar and stay away from battle,” Quirinus replied, looking off into the distance.
Coward, Julius thought but didn’t dare speak. “That’s lovely,” he said aloud, sweating deeply as he spoke.
“Yes, I suppose,” Quirinus replied, walking past him.
Julius turned as he walked past, to wave. “Goodbye!” He shouted, smiling, excited that this awful conversation had ended.
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