We are Eglain, forsaken ones, lost in the dust covered paths, wrangling the few belongings we have in our old carts. Our camps are within crumbling ruins, for which we fight with various beasts. We live and die on the road, ever going, ever trying to provide basics for our families and clans.

Many know us, but rarely anyone would offer us a hand, many will share a meal at our camp, gain help, but rarely that help was offered in return. We consider rangers our friends, as well halflings and men of Breeland. 

Rangers claim we came to this lands from far north-east, Breelanders think we are just vagabonds without bed to rest, hobbits know us as Tinkers.

All know us, yet few know our paths.

We are fond of song, tales and riddles. We are handcrafty kind of folk, resourceful with little things we find. Our hands are known to make most interesting details, repair pots with hole, fix your necklace or just share a bed with free heart.

Forsaken we are, but never lost.

OOC

I have little expectations of kinship as situation is game is like that, but if anyone wishes to role play one of Eglain and wishes to join, please send me a tell or message.

Structure is flexible, and any family member or a clan is open to be taken.