1st Day of Summer, 520 A.V.
The world was less of a anathema now than it had been not too long ago, when Quzon had no home of his own while searching around for some place to just... exist. He sat alone at the table in his bedroom thinking back to why he even left Taloba to begin with. He leaned back in his chair thinking about the places he had seen from the Night Tower in Riverfall to The Wind-Knotted Gates of Endrykas.
Those memories transitioned to the current view of his bedroom after a few blinks. He stood up from the table, leaving the banana he had been eating on the table as he stood up to explore his home while only dressed in a simple loincloth. "What are you doing?" He asked himself while looking towards the burning hearth in the corner.
With a gestured snap of his finger, the Reimancer created a splinter of res which he willed forth from the tip of his thumb. It was a feat Quzon was so proud of as a boy, but now it was a simple act. A minuscule amount of res willed into an egg of attractive-transmutation. A speck of flame from the hearth flew towards his res. His res turned into a 'firefly' that he now controlled.
A smirk pulled at his lip.
It was a feat he was still proud of as a man, but he now just stood there thinking about his life.
The spark. It was an old victory.
One of his oldest victories.
"What can you do today to be better than you were yesterday?" It was a question he asked himself aloud while controlling the spark of flame to orbit around his outstretched wrist. With his outstanding amount of free time, Quzon instantly knew what he needed to do next. "I need a job." Since his exploits in trying to mine iron ore for Syka were less than profitable, he had just lurked around the settlement surviving on his own personal savings of gold.
Quzon loved hard labor since it doubled as exercise, so the only job he could think of was to help at the Sykan Saw mill. It also helped that the Saw Mill was located closer to his home than the Syka Commons since home was so close to Sharktooth point. With a flick of his wrist, the Reimancer controlled the spark of flame into flying back into the hearth where he released control of the res.
In preparation for anything, Quzon put on his long sleeved shirt and pants made out of the water resistant Isuas. He was not sure the Sawmill would require him to cut down trees in the Maw, but it was better safe than sorry when the jungle was involved. It had become an instinct for him to put on the Antiquities Society Compass Rose Medallion before his shirt, put his bone ring on his finger, then tuck the ends of his pants into his boots. It was a sequence of actions which were starting to turn into a good habit as he grabbed his bottomless backpack and turned to leave his home.
Quzon was halfway out of the door when he remembered the banana he left on his table. The last thing he needed was to have insects buzzing around when he returned home, so he made sure to quickly eat it before tossing the peel into the hearth fire. He then exited his home to walk the cobbled pathway towards the Saw Mill.
As Quzon approached the Saw Mill, the natural sounds of the jungle battled against the thundering playfulness of the Ashta roaming the area. Out of all of the creatures lumbering around, Quzon stopped to watch one Ashta in particular as it swung an odd stick around that it held with its trunk.
“Not again. Drop it, that is not for playing with!”
Lars called out to the Ashta while fiddling with various mechanisms on the mill after having cut one side of a log. He pulled a lever causing the bed the log laid on to roll in revers back into a starting position to be cut, then pulled another lever to stop everything. The stern tone of the mans voice appeared to be all Lars needed to make the Ashta drop the 'stick'.
Lars gave Quzon a wave hello once he noticed him, though kept his attention on the Ashta. Quzon gave the human a nod in return, then attempted to approach him. “Hey, would you mind bringing that over here for me?” Lars asked while absently gesturing towards the tool on the ground. The Ashta dropped it midway between himself and the Mill, so Quzon picked it up along the way.
The Myrian had no clue what it was for, but it looked dangerous enough to kill with if he were to swing it like a club at someone. He ran a hand over the metal of the hook attached to one end of it. "What this?” He mused while while handing the tool over to Lars.
“That is cant hook. I use it to roll logs into position on the Mill’s carriage.” Quzon was still not really sure what the hook was for, both due to his poor grasp of the Common language, and his lack of knowledge on what the 'carriage' of a mill was. Lars seemed to read the confusion on his face, then patted a hand against the frame of the saw Mill he was currently working with.
"See this log right here? This thing its on is called the carriage. It rolls back and forth to bring the wood in contact with the saw blade. The hook bites into one side, then you pry the haft like a crowbar to rotate the log over."
Lars gave a halfhearted sigh, then used the hooked end to bite into the side of the log. “Lately, 'Miss Little' over there has been taking the hook and hiding it places. I spent half a bell looking for it last time. I eventually found it up in that tree over there...”
Both of the men looked off towards a distant tree for a short silent moment.
"Huh..." Quzon just grunted lowly, mostly using the sound to acknowledge just how strange that situation must have been for the Millwright.
"So what can I do for you today, Quzon? Or are you just passing through?"
The Half-Isur responded by pointing at the Saw Mill itself then back towards himself. "Want learn. Want work, you, for." Quzon's grasp of common waned when he forgot summon the willpower and effort to speak properly. That was something he noticed as soon as he was done speaking before trying again.
"I, want, to learn, and work for you."
Lars seemed to contemplate the question for hardly half a tick before reaching out to pat a hand down onto Quzon's shoulder.
"I'll take any help I can get. If you are willing to work, I am ready to teach."
Those memories transitioned to the current view of his bedroom after a few blinks. He stood up from the table, leaving the banana he had been eating on the table as he stood up to explore his home while only dressed in a simple loincloth. "What are you doing?" He asked himself while looking towards the burning hearth in the corner.
With a gestured snap of his finger, the Reimancer created a splinter of res which he willed forth from the tip of his thumb. It was a feat Quzon was so proud of as a boy, but now it was a simple act. A minuscule amount of res willed into an egg of attractive-transmutation. A speck of flame from the hearth flew towards his res. His res turned into a 'firefly' that he now controlled.
A smirk pulled at his lip.
It was a feat he was still proud of as a man, but he now just stood there thinking about his life.
The spark. It was an old victory.
One of his oldest victories.
"What can you do today to be better than you were yesterday?" It was a question he asked himself aloud while controlling the spark of flame to orbit around his outstretched wrist. With his outstanding amount of free time, Quzon instantly knew what he needed to do next. "I need a job." Since his exploits in trying to mine iron ore for Syka were less than profitable, he had just lurked around the settlement surviving on his own personal savings of gold.
Quzon loved hard labor since it doubled as exercise, so the only job he could think of was to help at the Sykan Saw mill. It also helped that the Saw Mill was located closer to his home than the Syka Commons since home was so close to Sharktooth point. With a flick of his wrist, the Reimancer controlled the spark of flame into flying back into the hearth where he released control of the res.
In preparation for anything, Quzon put on his long sleeved shirt and pants made out of the water resistant Isuas. He was not sure the Sawmill would require him to cut down trees in the Maw, but it was better safe than sorry when the jungle was involved. It had become an instinct for him to put on the Antiquities Society Compass Rose Medallion before his shirt, put his bone ring on his finger, then tuck the ends of his pants into his boots. It was a sequence of actions which were starting to turn into a good habit as he grabbed his bottomless backpack and turned to leave his home.
Quzon was halfway out of the door when he remembered the banana he left on his table. The last thing he needed was to have insects buzzing around when he returned home, so he made sure to quickly eat it before tossing the peel into the hearth fire. He then exited his home to walk the cobbled pathway towards the Saw Mill.
As Quzon approached the Saw Mill, the natural sounds of the jungle battled against the thundering playfulness of the Ashta roaming the area. Out of all of the creatures lumbering around, Quzon stopped to watch one Ashta in particular as it swung an odd stick around that it held with its trunk.
Lars called out to the Ashta while fiddling with various mechanisms on the mill after having cut one side of a log. He pulled a lever causing the bed the log laid on to roll in revers back into a starting position to be cut, then pulled another lever to stop everything. The stern tone of the mans voice appeared to be all Lars needed to make the Ashta drop the 'stick'.
Lars gave Quzon a wave hello once he noticed him, though kept his attention on the Ashta. Quzon gave the human a nod in return, then attempted to approach him. “Hey, would you mind bringing that over here for me?” Lars asked while absently gesturing towards the tool on the ground. The Ashta dropped it midway between himself and the Mill, so Quzon picked it up along the way.
The Myrian had no clue what it was for, but it looked dangerous enough to kill with if he were to swing it like a club at someone. He ran a hand over the metal of the hook attached to one end of it. "What this?” He mused while while handing the tool over to Lars.
“That is cant hook. I use it to roll logs into position on the Mill’s carriage.” Quzon was still not really sure what the hook was for, both due to his poor grasp of the Common language, and his lack of knowledge on what the 'carriage' of a mill was. Lars seemed to read the confusion on his face, then patted a hand against the frame of the saw Mill he was currently working with.
"See this log right here? This thing its on is called the carriage. It rolls back and forth to bring the wood in contact with the saw blade. The hook bites into one side, then you pry the haft like a crowbar to rotate the log over."
Lars gave a halfhearted sigh, then used the hooked end to bite into the side of the log. “Lately, 'Miss Little' over there has been taking the hook and hiding it places. I spent half a bell looking for it last time. I eventually found it up in that tree over there...”
Both of the men looked off towards a distant tree for a short silent moment.
"Huh..." Quzon just grunted lowly, mostly using the sound to acknowledge just how strange that situation must have been for the Millwright.
"So what can I do for you today, Quzon? Or are you just passing through?"
The Half-Isur responded by pointing at the Saw Mill itself then back towards himself. "Want learn. Want work, you, for." Quzon's grasp of common waned when he forgot summon the willpower and effort to speak properly. That was something he noticed as soon as he was done speaking before trying again.
"I, want, to learn, and work for you."
Lars seemed to contemplate the question for hardly half a tick before reaching out to pat a hand down onto Quzon's shoulder.
"I'll take any help I can get. If you are willing to work, I am ready to teach."
WC: 1144
