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Quirin has ruled his holdings for longer than many other current nobles have been alive. His boisterous youth has long since given way to a determined, prolonged, pragmatic adulthood in which his family's fortunes have only benefitted from his steady leadership. His measured responses have ensured that discipline has been applied when and where necessary to quell further uprisings, neither more nor less. In this way, his power and influence have lingered but not spread, since his glory in battle has been curtailed wherever it was unneeded. He and his wife have been blessed with a throng of children, though his eldest son died some years ago, leaving two small children as heirs. Though Quirin knows his officers and his people would never revolt against him, it is of some concern to him what might happen to his first grandchildren should he die before they come to something passing for maturity. Thus, they live with him in Arx, away from the potential plotting of their uncles. Quirin loves his family but hardly expects them to be angels.

Quirin is a stocky, grey-bearded man with unfashionably long hair and a weathered appearance. His craggy visage holds its secrets well, and whether he appears to be glaring or merely squinting depends largely on whether you, yourself, are the present object of his attention. He moves with ease, but not with grace, and no story ever told of him included a smile upon his face.

Quirin is possessed of an easy certainty only saved from arrogance by the fact that he never seems to assume another's failure as being necessary to his own success. Some react to advancing age with a frantic last gasp of energy, hoping to secure some elusive relevance or legacy; Quirin continues to plod along as though his steps were laid out long before. He governs his people and maintains unswerving loyalty to the High Lord of Thrax, seeking to carve out a path that the next generation of Navegants can use in relative safety. His standard physical reaction is grim indifference and his standard verbal response is laconic pith.