Greetings, residents of the Windswept Plateau!!
We have come to you today, a clan of traders, travelers, magic-practitioners, mercenaries and survivors. Our past has been a difficult one, filled with peril and lost loved ones. We are The Clan of The Wanderer, we take no delight in staying still. Our clan has traveled far, coming from The Shifting Expanse.
A bard by the name of Muu, and his wife, Yafa, approached us only a few days ago. The bard and his wife, a very gifted fortune teller, informed us via song that there was something waiting for us here in the Plateau. They sang us a song of fate, a song so beautiful that we had no choice but to be moved by it.
Our oldest and most trusted oracle, Deazel, informed us it would be wise to listen to these fellows. Muu and Yafa have joined us, though they are sure to leave again, showing us our way around the Plateau. I would say, we’re very happy to be here. This feels like the right decision, and my first decision as rightful leader of this clan.