Our Hero, Carrot Sinclair, was grown in the Kandahar region of Afghanistan.

He was raised in a family of mixed vegetables, a globetrotting clan that spent

some years on every continent of earth.

From childhood, Carrot showed an aptitude for adventure - a defender against

bullies (despite his slender physique), a climber of mountains and digger in

molehills and founder of the Explorer's Club at the Institut De Rhubay in

Bern, Switzerland - and for languages, becoming versed in Pashto, Konkani,

Cantonese, Japanese, German, French before reaching vegadulthood.

He matriculated to Haricot University where - after a few scrapes with the

school administration and local law enforcement that nearly had him

permanently expelled (some colorful Latinate graffito experiments, a mass

liberation of feral brussel sprouts from the university testing labs, and a winter

collegiate Olympiad streaking incident best forgotten) - he discovered a passion

for archeology, which led him into graduate and then doctoral studies. He became

known for a voracious love of ancient knowledge and culture, boisterous and

hearty with laughter amongst any manner of person who lacked pretension…

and a notorious gadfly in academic circles.

After receiving his doctorate in Archeology, he ankled the University that formally

trained him (and tangled a smooth path to tenure) and disappeared from academia

for a decade. He became a figure of rumor and apocryphal tales - stories of a stint

in a Russian prison, the restoration of a 6th Century BC millstone to its original

location (despite it being on display at a museum in London not one month previous

and reported missing) in a coastal village parish in Portofino, Italy and a cobbled

together yarn (that grew longer and more elaborate with each telling) involving a

Japanese princess, a Shaolin Monk, a Belgian Monk and a paramilitary collection

of brassicas from South Africa - but little confirmed beyond biannual publications in

peer reviewed journals.

He made a surprise return to his alma mater for a 10th year reunion and took up a

scholar in residence position with light teaching duties. He was well loved by his

students and a vocal minority of his fellow staff.

But adventure on the horizon… always beckoned him close once more.