Merunga travels where-so-ever whim takes her. The caravan that she keeps is a collection of monsters and secrets, a hoard captured, stolen, and bought. None in the caravan know where they are going next, or what they will find along the way, Merunga's reasons are known only to herself.
While the rest of his people moved further west, the Frank found a home, and a purpose, in the bowels of a mountain. For fifty years he has refined his art and his talent, and still he cannot escape his past.
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