Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves

[BrokenDreamer]

A week at the very least, this is how long the odd collection has been seen near the edge of the Silver Lake. A wandering tribe of nomads, troupe of entertainers – dancers, musicians, and all manner of trade. Brightly colored wagons and tents, banners waving invitingly from the tops of the tallest poles. There were horses along side other strange appearing beasts of burden, creatures with awkward spindle legs and long necks with lumpy looking backs. Camels is the word used upon the men and women that tend to them, should any care to know.

It would seem that these are people most used to a warm climate and how their dress and mannerisms reminded both children and adults alike of particular bedtime stories told of places far far from troubled Myrken. They have been seen within town, within the tavern with their song and dances. Rumor has it that they do plan to stay till the passing of All Hallows Eve.

Of course there is one particular member of the lot that seems to draw the most attention but then the bright of metallic copper hair will do that when surrounded by so many with dark and earthy colored manes. Not even the vibrant colors of Zerdali's head scarves may combat the shine of that.