The nomadic merchants once roamed widely in the Lands Between as the "Great Caravan." However, long ago, they were accused of Heresy. Their clan, far and wide, was rounded up and buried alive deep below the earth. In their terror and sorrow, they chanted a fateful curse of despair, one that conjured forth the Frenzied Flame. A prophesy self-fulfilled perhaps. Now, only those few merchants far flung and hidden away from the prying eyes of the Golden Order live on, day by day, doing what they have to to survive after the Shattering.
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