Post by Esko on Aug 13, 2020 13:17:04 GMT -5
The air was, to put it simply, absolutely foul. A putrid stench of fish alongside the extra weight of salted air made for quite the heavy-hitting combination of uncomfortability.
"Perfect." Huvari whispered to himself, although the proximity of his loyal guard made him an unintentional audience. "She would never allow herself to live in a place like this."
"She?" The single word sounded much like a grunt from the tall, bearded man. Clad in armor and with a sword a man of his occupation could wield, Huvari felt very safe indeed. But, he was blissfully unaware of the precise mindworkings of his parents.
"My mother. Didn't you notice? The only reason she encouraged me coming here was so she could live through my Lordship. As if she has given me a reason to not forbid her from stepping foot on Mavrosi shores. But I believe the stench of this place would cause her to welcome the sea's deadly embrace without a second thought." Hopefully one day, Devor could stop looking so shocked that a son could speak in such a manner about his mother. He came from a common family with many brothers, but those sorts of parents still had the time to provide affection in oodles. That wasn't something Huvari concerned himself with. What mattered was that this place was thoroughly Shumara-proofed.
"Well!" Huvari clapped once, and in a stride headed towards the ladder that would lead him to sweet, sweet land. "I am not here for simple retreat from Olivine. Surely there is someone here who directs the candidates for Lord; we must find such a man and make our stay." Without another word he descended the ladder and landed on the creaky dock, Devor following less gracefully behind. With that, the duo walked onward. Huvari mulled over the beginnings of a strategy while taking in the scenery. What a...humble little Hold. If he remembered correctly, Mavrosi lands held a coveted prize in abundance- the redwood forests. A material that the Mirranese instantly climaxed at the thought of possessing. A pretty little material that could potentially be advertised to the rest of Pern. He wondered how many of the other men would bend over backwards making empty promises to the Mavrosi. Likely, many of them would promise an end to piracy without the means to such an end.
Economics. Mavros had to be made liveable first. Mavrosi seemed to be a staunch and proud people, rather unwilling to accept much aid from the rest of Pern. He had to play to that pride, but also give them a tangible plan to look forward to. Any empty promises made by others would mean nothing without action promised as well. And Huvari was determined to blow anybody else out of the water.
"Perfect." Huvari whispered to himself, although the proximity of his loyal guard made him an unintentional audience. "She would never allow herself to live in a place like this."
"She?" The single word sounded much like a grunt from the tall, bearded man. Clad in armor and with a sword a man of his occupation could wield, Huvari felt very safe indeed. But, he was blissfully unaware of the precise mindworkings of his parents.
"My mother. Didn't you notice? The only reason she encouraged me coming here was so she could live through my Lordship. As if she has given me a reason to not forbid her from stepping foot on Mavrosi shores. But I believe the stench of this place would cause her to welcome the sea's deadly embrace without a second thought." Hopefully one day, Devor could stop looking so shocked that a son could speak in such a manner about his mother. He came from a common family with many brothers, but those sorts of parents still had the time to provide affection in oodles. That wasn't something Huvari concerned himself with. What mattered was that this place was thoroughly Shumara-proofed.
"Well!" Huvari clapped once, and in a stride headed towards the ladder that would lead him to sweet, sweet land. "I am not here for simple retreat from Olivine. Surely there is someone here who directs the candidates for Lord; we must find such a man and make our stay." Without another word he descended the ladder and landed on the creaky dock, Devor following less gracefully behind. With that, the duo walked onward. Huvari mulled over the beginnings of a strategy while taking in the scenery. What a...humble little Hold. If he remembered correctly, Mavrosi lands held a coveted prize in abundance- the redwood forests. A material that the Mirranese instantly climaxed at the thought of possessing. A pretty little material that could potentially be advertised to the rest of Pern. He wondered how many of the other men would bend over backwards making empty promises to the Mavrosi. Likely, many of them would promise an end to piracy without the means to such an end.
Economics. Mavros had to be made liveable first. Mavrosi seemed to be a staunch and proud people, rather unwilling to accept much aid from the rest of Pern. He had to play to that pride, but also give them a tangible plan to look forward to. Any empty promises made by others would mean nothing without action promised as well. And Huvari was determined to blow anybody else out of the water.