20th of Fall, 813 A.V.
Quint Caravel had a great deal on his mind. Though usually a very carefree and happy man, his season-long dreams had stared to take a toll on him. Now he was more quiet and thoughtful than usual, and while not exactly paranoid, he found himself paying attention to his surroundings in a way that he had never usually done before.
He looked at the clothing of the people on the streets. He watched one man who he guessed was a squire, and he followed that man for a bit as he appeared to be running some errands for someone. Probably his knight. Quint did not want to bother the man so he did not ask him.
Quint also walked by the castle, and he thought of his brief meeting with the sergeant. mint, as it still held sentimental memories for him. Not real memories of his own, but stories he had heard of his family. His grandfather and those who came before him had been minters there. Quint said a small prayer to Xyna while he passed by.
Inside the castle, he realized that he had never visited the mint itself, as he was not even sure he would be allowed inside. They were very busy after all, and there was a great deal of money lying around. He did not know how Mizas were made or what went into their manufacture, but Quint believed it must be a very expensive and important process. Even if it was a simple matter, the end result was coin. Mizas. Enough to rule the world. That would have to mean dozens of guards and Syliran Knights.
He asked for directions from one of the men, who found a knight old enough to remember the Caravel name, then got directions to the northeast corner of Stormhold Castle. Of course he was escorted to make sure he did not try anything, but he still had time to look around. He observed that it was a fairly large place, employing in his estimation about hundred and twenty full time workers. There were actually only twenty, but math was not one of his strong suits.